My favorite fantasy is being stranded on a deserted road in the middle of the night, and a kind older man pulls up in a windowless van, and offers to give me a ride. We're many miles from anywhere, so I have no choice but to accept. He introduces himself as Dan, and I reply by telling him I'm Samantha. As we're traveling he offers me a can of soda, and not wanting to be rude, I accept. He pulls over, and parts a curtain that separates the driving compartment from the back of the van. he flips on a very dim light, so I barely see that the back is lined floor, walls, and ceiling, with plush carpet. There are two dark colored beanbag chairs, an odd shaped thing that sort of resembles a weight bench, a cooler, and a medium sized plastic storage bin. Before my eyes could fully adjust to the dim light, he heads into the back and pulls the curtain closed behind him. Although I can't see him, he continues to make small talk over the sound of him rustling around with something. He asks why I'm out so late at night, so I explain I was on my way home after helping a friend baby-sit her brother. I was supposed to stay the night, but she and I started arguing over something, so I decided to go home. Unfortunately my car stopped running, and my phone's battery is dead, so I was stuck walking.

Dan then reappeared in the driving compartment. He hands me an open lemon lime soda bottle, and climbs back into the driver's seat. He also has a soda which he takes a large gulp from, and then places it in the drink holder. While I begin to take a small drink from mine, he says, "I should have warned you, I made your drink special for you. It's okay, I just added some vodka," he says. "Are you old enough to drink? I won't tell if you're not." I don't answer, but he asks directly, "How old are you, Samantha?" To which I contemplated for just a moment, and then answered, "I’m 17." "Close enough," he replied, as he pulls back onto the road, and resumes driving. I don’t know why I lied by telling him I was older, but it just came out, and I wasn’t going to appear to second guess my own age.

The drink was a bit strong and bitter, and my eyes had watered slightly from the unexpected burn in my throat. Dan noticed it had been several minutes since I had taken the first drink of my soda, and told me it would be best if I drank it while it was still cold. I took a deep breath to prepare myself, and began drinking it down as fast as I could, about half of the bottle's worth, just to get rid of it, while not appearing to be rude. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two when I began having a hard time talking. My fingers and lips seemed to go numb, and I felt as if I were floating into a cloud. I looked over at Dan, with what must have been a look of shock and fear at what I was feeling, because he immediately explained that besides the vodka, there was something special to help me relax. I was trying to ask what he'd put in my drink, and in my head the words were clear, but what came out of my mouth was an incoherent dribble that didn't at all resemble language. Again, I tried to ask, but still only unrecognizable sounds escaped my lips.

"Just relax, and you'll be just fine," Dan assured me. "I bet you feel great, don't you," he asked? I though for a moment, as suppressed the panic, and realized, I did feel really nice. Aside from my mind feeling like it was in a thick fog, as if I were having a faint dream, and the fact that my body no longer seemed to cooperate with my intentions, I was still aware of my surroundings. Dan turned down a narrow wooded unpaved road, that wound it's way back into thick forest which lined the road on both sides. We must have driven nearly two miles down that winding road, when it suddenly just ended, where Dan slowed to a stop, and put his van in park. He turned off the headlights, and then the engine. The moon barely offered any break in the darkness, and I should have been in a full on panic, but oddly I was so relaxed from Dan's special cocktail, I just sank back into the corner of the seat and the door. "Here, let me help you," Dan said, as he reached over, took a hold of my knee, and pulled my left leg towards the center of the driver's compartment, setting my foot down between the seats, and causing my bottom to slide slightly down towards the corner of the seat. Dan then said, "Don’t you go anywhere. I'll be right back," and he parted the curtain, flipped on the light, and headed into the back once more. As if I could go anywhere. I couldn't even lift my arms if I wanted to. This time he left the curtain open, but because of my body being laid back into the corner of my seat, I had no view of the back. This dim light from the back broke the darkness in the driver's compartment, but it was only enough for me to see my state. I suddenly noticed that my skirt, which usually covered my legs to just above the knee, remained in place on the seat when I had slid down towards the center of the compartment. In other words, I had slid partially out of my skirt, which now only covered the very tops of my thighs. I so badly wanted him to turn the rear light out before he climbed back into his seat, because I was fearful I had slid down enough that he might be able to see my panties from his side of the driver's compartment. To my relief, Dan flipped off the light before making his way back to his seat, so the interior appeared pitch black.

I couldn't see Dan, because my eyes had not yet adjusted back to the darkness.  "How are you feeling Samantha," he asked? Still, all I could manage was more dribble from my lips. Dan leaned forward and picked up my soda from the cup holder, as he said, "here, let me help you finish this." He reached out with one hand, and placed it under my chin. With the other he placed the bottle to my lips, and began tipping it up. I had no choice but to swallow until the bottle was empty. He then leaned down and picked up my right foot from the floor, began untying my shoe, and then slipped it from my foot, as he said, "Just relax, Samantha, and don't worry about a thing. Dan is going to take good care of you." But I could have sworn he said daddy, in stead of Dan. I felt I must have misheard him, so I didn’t give it another thought. Instead of returning my foot to the floor, Dan bent my knee up slightly and rested my foot against a nook in the dash. He sat down in his seat facing me, lifted my left foot, and removed that shoe as well. He bent my left knee up slightly and sat my foot down on the edge of his seat between his legs, as he reclined back into his position leaning back against his door. It was just about then that the second half of my drink began melting its way into me, and my body went completely relaxed, feeling almost paralyzed.

My eyes began to adjust more to the darkness, and I suddenly noticed Dan was stripping off all of his clothing as he sat relaxed in his seat. All I could do is watch in disbelief as he removed his sandals, and his shirt. He stood up between the two seats, hunched over due to the low ceiling, and slipped his shorts down to his ankles. Then he did the same to his white underwear, bending one knee up, and then the other, to pull his feet free from the undergarment. He sat back down in his seat, and said, "here, lets get you more relaxed, as he placed his hand under my right calf, and gave a steady tug, until I began sliding further down towards the corner of my seat, and my bottom further towards the edge of my skirt. He then lifted my left leg up higher, and placed it on the corner of his seat back, to where my feet were parted wide. Now with my right foot resting on the dash with my knee partially bent, and my left foot resting all the way over to the pack of his seat, with that knee also partially bent, along with my extremely weak state, I had no muscle coordination, so my legs just fell to the sides. I was now slid down enough that there was no question that with just a little dip of his head, he had a full view of my panties. "Now you look comfortable, Samantha," Dan remarked. In my mind, I responded by saying, I'm extremely embarrassed, and want to sit up, so please stop this. Unfortunately the sound that actually came from my mouth was only a faint murmur as if my tongue had an agenda of its own. Dan followed my faint reply by saying, "just relax Samantha. I'm going to teach you what it's all about.” It suddenly became apparent that I had made a terrible mistake and gotten myself in over my head. More apparent was that this seemingly kind old man was the type of pervert my mother had warned me about.

Dan started telling me how beautiful I was, and that he was going to teach me how to be even more beautiful. He sat with his head partially cocked downward, staring at the wide space between my barely visible legs, when again he said, don't you go anywhere, as he sat my foot back on the floor, flipped on the rear light, and headed into the back. I could hear him popping open the plastic storage bin, as I sat there and thought to myself, why did I ever get in this van with this stranger? I worried about what he meant when he said he was going to teach me. I worried if he was some sort of murderer. Surprisingly, with my mind filled with all these worries, I was far too numb and relaxed to actually be scared. I heard the sound of a strip of duct tape being pulled from the roll, and I hoped it wasn’t meant for me. I heard more rustling in his storage bin, and then a second of silence.

Dan reappeared back into the driver's compartment, and sat back in his seat, but this time he left the dim light on. He picked my leg up, and placed my foot back down on the top corner of his seatback, and then he leaned back against his door, facing me. He began taping what appeared to be a long black billy-club to the end of an even longer piece of cylindrical wood. The type of wood you hang your clothes hangers on in the closet. Once he had securely joined the two items, he extended the billy-club end out towards me, and rested its end on the corner of my seat, just inches from my panties.

Flash, went a camera, as he captured my situation. Again, and again, he snapped pictures of me in my compromising position with the long slender black tube resting inches from me. He began lightly bouncing the object on the seat, between my outreached legs, as if to make me aware of its presence. He then stopped, and rolled it against my inner left thigh, and I could feel it wasn't made of painted wood, as a billy-club would be, but rather it had a rubber like texture. He pulled on his end of the contraption, and stroked the long black thing down my inner thigh until it reached just above my knee, where he paused to take a picture, and then slowly pushed it back up towards my panties, stopping just short. He snapped another picture, and then rolled the thing up my leg until it was resting on top of my left thigh. He pushed it up my thigh, and against the edge of my skirt.

Dan continued to very slowly push the rubber tube until it began forcing that side of my skirt up towards my hip. He rolled it back down to the seat and slowly forced it against the bottom edge of my skirt and until it was touching the bottom of my bottom, and my skirt was being tucked slightly under me. He then proceeded to stroke it up my right inner thigh, until it was barely tucked under the edge of that side of my skirt, and then forced it as high up my hip as he could. He gave another tug on my lower left leg, and caused me to slip down a couple of inches, with the back of my skirt now slid well under me, and the front high enough that the bottom edge now rested against the top of my fully exposed panties. Snap, snap, snap, snap, went his camera flash.

With each flash of Dan’s camera, I could see my wide spread legs, my panties, and his completely naked body. I could see that he was fully erect, and that his gaze was focused entirely between my legs. Dan rolled the strange rubber rod across the top of my hip until its tip was resting on the top edge of my panties. Snap, Snap, Snap went his camera, and I caught enough of a glimpse of the billy-club to make out its details. Enough to realize this was no billy-club. My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly saw the flashing image of a long slender black rubber model of a man’s most personal body part.

Dan pulled slightly on his end of the long rod, until the tip of the black tube was resting against the top of my slit. Snap, Snap, Snap. Slowly he slid it down towards my girl parts, and paused. Snap, Snap, Snap, went his camera. Down farther its black tip slid, until it was resting firmly between my parted lips, separated from my skin only by my thin panties. Jab, he poked it against me, and I let out a whisper of a moan. Jab, again he bounced it against my panty covered hole, and again, a faint moan escaped my chest. I think you like that, Samantha, Dan commented. Jab, Jab, Jab, the black pole bounced lightly against my parts. I could hear my own breathing, as Dan snapped away with his camera.

Dan lifted his feet from the floor, and placed one on each of my inner thighs, and with a gentle push forced my knees wider to the sides. I could feel the dark black rubber probe being gently forced against my opening. Jab, went the pole, with much more force this time, and a more audible moan escaped my chest. Jab, again I moaned softly. Then a gentle but steady pressure began to be forced against my panty covered hole. Every so slightly more and more pressure was applied, as the black rod began pushing at my panties, and making them taunt against my upper mound. The more pressure Dan enforced, the more my breathing became apparent. Flash, went his camera. Flash, flash, flash, as Dan pushed on the long pole-like contraption, forcing my panties tight enough against my opening that I could clearly make out the outline of my clit through the cotton.

Suddenly Dan withdrew the probe, and laid the pole to the side. Flash, Flash, Flash. Dan then withdrew his feet from my inner thighs, and sat up, opened his door, and stepped out from the van. I watched through the windshield as he walked around to my side, slid open the rear side door, and then carefully opened my door, as to not allow me to fall out backwards onto the ground. He slid his left arm around my back, and lifted me out to place me on my feet. He continued to hold tightly around my waist, because my legs would not support me, as he guided me to the open side of the van, my skirt still pulled up around my waist, while my panties were partially tucked in between my soft parts. It was apparent that I wasn’t going to be any help, so he put his other arm under my bottom, scooped me up from my feet, and sat me just inside the door of the van.

Dan reached up and shut the passenger door, and then crawled in back, as he slid the side door closed behind him. He began arranging one of the bean bags near the rear of the of the plush compartment. He lifted under my arms, and slid me back into the large reclined beanbag. He took his thumbs, and tucked them under the edge of my skirt, on both sides of my body, near the backs of my panty covered bottom. With both hands he then lifted my bottom up slightly, and slid my skirt up past my waist. I tried to ask, what are you doing, but all that came out was a low garbled string of sounds. Each attempt to talk seemed pointless, because the resulting sounds weren’t even a form of speach.

Dan reached into his storage bin, and pulled out a slightly thicker black rubber club, a pair of scissors, four long thick rubber chords, and a blindfold, all of which he laid in a pile between my feet. He tied an end of one of the chords around my left wrist, pulled my arm up towards the side wall, and then hooked the other end on a metal hook which protruded from the carpeting. He repeated the same thing with my right arm, tying me with my arms outstretched towards the opposing walls. He then kneeled in front of me, and pushed his hands against my bent knees until they fell to each side. Snap, snap, went his camera, and with each flash I could see his stiff naked body hovering in between my legs. Dan then laid down on his stomach between my legs, and began kissing my upper inner thigh. He kissed all around with his face occasionally brushing against my panties, and where my skin was exposed on either side. More and more he brushed his face against my panties and bare parts, until he was concentrating his efforts there.

Dan placed his warm hands on the highest part of my inner thighs, just to each side of my panties. His hands firmly pushed in opposite directions, and I could feel myself gently open under my panties. He kissed down the center of the cotton material, and I could feel every one of his hot breaths seeping through. I moaned as he more aggressively began to kiss and wipe his face against my panties, occasionally scraping my inner thighs with his stubbled whiskers. More forcefully he parted my legs with his hands, and more aggressively his face wiped against my panty covered parts, while my breathing turned to soft panting.

Dan lifted himself back to his knees, tied one of the remaining two rubber chords around my right ankle, and the other around my left. He then slipped the end of the left chord through another hook in the side wall, which lined up directly to the side of my rib cage. He pulled the chord, which raising my straightened leg, with my ankle slightly higher than my hip and far to the side until my foot toughed the carpeted wall. There he tied off the end, securely holding my leg in place. He repeated the process with my right leg, until my feet were stretched to the apposing walls, and my feet touching the opposing walls. Dan then tugged the bean bag down towards my bottom allowing my upper torso to slide down at a decline, with my head resting on the soft carpeted floor, and my bottom resting on the bean-bag about a foot higher off the floor than my head. If I was helpless before, that was nothing compared to the condition I was now in, with my limbs stretched out to each side of my body, and securely tied in place. Flash, Flash, Flash, went his camera.

The perverted old stranger gently tied the blindfold around my eyes, and I was again in total darkness. I felt him lifting my tank top above my breasts, all the way to my armpits, and then he stretched it over my head so the center of the shirt was behind my neck. I felt Dan undo the clasp in the front of my bra, and the cups fall to each side of my body. I felt him position himself kneeling back between my legs, as I hear the repeated snapping of his camera. “Oh you are so beautiful, Samantha. So very beautiful,” he praised. I could hear his breathing increase, as he laid the camera down, and leaned forward over my body, with his hands to the sides of my ribs. I felt his hot breath on my left breast, as he paused for a moment before taking my nipple between his lips. His tongue gently circled my now erect nipple, and I felt a slight pinch to the other one. Dan continued teasing my left nipple with his tongue, and rolling my right nipple between his fingers. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I let out a long soft breathy moan.

Dan continued to work on my nipples, repeatedly switching sides, until both were fully engorged and aching, and the tingling electricity had walked its way down my body, and was dancing between my legs. The harder I breathed, the more it encouraged him in his aggression. His hard cock was brushing it’s way around between my legs, and I could feel it leaving trails of wetness against my skin on both sides of my panties. Suddenly he stopped, and I could hear him climb to his feet, but it wasn’t to walk away. The perverted molester stepped over my legs, and got back to his knees, now straddling my rib cage with his thighs. I could feel his balls brushing between my breasts, as they slid up towards the top of my chest, and tip of his dripping cock rubbed its way up my left cheek, leaving a trail of wetness as it went. Snap, Snap, Snap, I heard the camera. I felt him grasp the base of his cock, and then began guiding it back and fourth across my lips and face, all the while oozing juice until my closed lips were soaked. “Daddy’s got you now, Samantha,” he informed me. “Your body is mine tonight, little girl.”

I don’t know why, but I casually parted my lips ever so slightly, and poked just the very tip of my tongue into the wetness, and then withdrew it back into my mouth to taste what was there. It was salty, very slimy, and had a musky odor. I don’t know if I disliked it, or liked it, but I was so drugged and out of it, I didn’t mind anything that was happening to me now. “Taste it again,” Dan directed. I barely poked my tongue out again, and withdrew it back into my mouth, but was immediately directed to do it more. Slightly more I poked my tongue out past my lips, still only revealing its tip, but he kept saying, “more, more, more,” until I let my lips relax, and my tongue protrude about half way. I felt the slimy drops leak across my lips and into my mouth. I then felt Dan’s finger tip tracing my mouth, spreading his sliminess, and then onto the top of my tongue. Back and fourth he teased my tongue with his finger, as he repeated the word “more.” His finger slid up my tongue, and entered my mouth, and through instinct, I began to suck. Snap, Snap, Snap, went the camera as I pleasured this old pervert’s finger, until he withdrew it. In its place I soon felt the warm dripping tip of his cock, so again I just poked the tip of my tongue out to discretely investigate. “More,” Dan ordered, so with that I just relaxed my lips, and allowed my tongue to find its way to the underside of his engorged cock head. Snap, Snap, Snap, and I just allowed it to happen, as his thick head slid its way into my open mouth. Snap, Snap, Snap, as I began to tease lick the salty underside with my tongue. Snap, Snap, Snap, as he slowly began to slide himself further in. I just did what I knew he wanted me to do, and began sucking on him as he praised me. “Good girl.” What a good little cock sucker you are, Samantha,” and I let his praise wash through my body, encouraging me to just give in to whatever he wanted, as I opening my mouth even more in surrender.

Snap, Snap, Snap, as he slid farther and farther in until his thick tip was crowding the back of my throat, and then very, very slowly began to withdraw, allowing his salty slime to leak a trail the length of my tongue. As soon as his rim touched my lips, he reversed direction, and slowly, very, very slowly, back in he went, while I sucked, appearing to feed from him, and listening to the heavy breathing through my nose. I was so focused on the sensation of his cock so slowly sliding up the length of my tongue, that I had a vivid and very enlarged close-up picture in my mind of a giant bulbous cock head sliding towards my throat. I could picture its tip oozing the thick clear fluid, as it ran to the back of my tongue, and into my throat. Again, his head crowded the back of my throat, but he did not withdraw it. He gently applied more forward force, until my airway was blocked, and I no longer heard my breaths. I waited for him to withdraw, but he continued to hold himself firmly against the back of my throat until my oxygen was running out, and my body began to panic and squirm. Then, he slowly withdrew, and I breathed loudly though my nose, until the rim of his cock reached my lips again. Slowly, back in he went, deep into my mouth, going slightly deeper in my throat, while holding my breathing hostage even longer, until I again began to squirm, and then finally withdrawing to allow me to breath, all while I’m hearing his praises. “Yes, Samantha, that’s right. That’s a good girl. That’s a good little cock sucker.” “Swallow what daddy gives, you. Swallow it all Samantha.” This time there was no misting that he was calling himself my daddy. His long cock’s final slow decent into my throat was something I won’t soon forget, as he forced his way until his balls rested firmly against my chin, completely depriving me of breath, my eyes started to water, and I began to squirm and panic, but still he held there. I started making panicked sounds, but still he remained deep in my throat, until my body began to jerk and convulse, in an attempt to get away. Snap, Snap, Snap, and then finally he completely withdrew, and I panted hard to replenish my oxygen. A mix of slobber and slime ran from the corners of my mouth. Snap, Snap, Snap, went his camera as he climbed off of me, and kneeled back down between my legs.

As my breathing began to slow, I felt an icy coldness against my right inner thigh, just above my knee, which then began to ascend up, up, up towards my panties. I suddenly realized Dan was stroking the cold metal scissors on my skin. Then, I felt it on the other side, trailing up towards my groin, and then up to my hip. I felt the scissors slip under the hip of my panties, and then heard snip, snip, as he cut through. Back to the other leg, trailing the cold steel up my inner thigh, and up my groin, until it slid it slid under the cloth which wrapped my hip. Snip, Snip, the front of my panties fell down between my legs away from my body, and revealed my wide spread nakedness. Dan pulled strait up on the material, until it was firmly pressed into my slit, and then began slowly and steadily pulling towards my stomach, holding still only long enough to snap a couple of pictures, and then resume tugging upwards. My cut panties were slowly sliding out from under me, where they had once covered my bottom. Snap, Snap, as they slid up, wiping their way firmly between my open lips, while I moaned softly. With one last tug, what was once the only barrier between my girl parts and the open air, had disappeared from my body. Snap, Snap, Snap, went Dan’s camera as he took multiple pictures of my smooth bare little girl. “Mmmmmm, your little pussy is glistening, Samantha.” Snap, Snap, Snap, Snap…

I felt the cold steel of the scissors once more against my inner thigh, slowly it slid it’s way up towards my center, and then back down towards my knee. Again, the steel ascended up my inner thigh, and then paused, resting in the lowest part of my groin, just long enough to hear a single snap of the camera, and then slowly over the left puffiness of my little girl, until I feel the coldness of the steel scissors between my lips, and against my clit. Up and down the steel glided in my own juices. Snap, Snap, Snap, Snap. I felt Dan turn the scissors around, and then press the cold circular handles against me, in place of the closed blades. Up, they slid, grabbing my clit on the circular edge, and then back down between my wide open lips, until one steel circle would tease my opening, and then slide back up to my clit. Dan continued his perverted teasing for a number of minutes, occasionally snapping a picture, until he’d filled his mind with the image, and removed the scissors from the wet part of my body.

I laid there panting, with my wide-spread girl parts propped up on the beanbag, listing to the sound of my breathing, of Dan’s camera, and of his words as he repeatedly praised my appearance. I heard Dan move, and suddenly felt the pressure of his hands pulling at my inner thigh skin, as he opened me up. I felt his breath on my hole, and his stubbled chin against my puckered anus. Then in a split second, my world changed forever, as his tongue began teasing my hole, sliding up my slit, and caressing my engorged clit. A very audible moan left my chest. Never had I felt anything like this. Up until this point, I thought masturbating with my fingers, and other objects laying about my bedroom, was the single most wonderful feeling in the world. This old pervert’s mouth instantly changed who I was, as he so sensually kissed and licked his way around my dripping little girl. The whiskers on his chin dug into my hole, as his tongue circled and danced all over my sensitive clit. The more I moaned, the more forcefully his hands spread me open. I could feel his saliva, and my juices running together down across my anus, until his tongue found it way there as well. Dan’s thumb tips pulling against the outer circle of my little picker, as his tongue tried worming its way in. As his thumbs simultaneously slid to each side of my open girl, and pried me wide open, his tongue followed, much more easily finding its way inside of that hole. His tongue was licking and probing, and his thumbs pulling me apart, as his nose rubbed against my tender clit. I was now breathing entirely in moans, when his two thumbs slid partly inside my open hole, widening the entrance for this pervert’s tongue. Dan lifted his head, still prying me open with his thumbs, and said, “You like that don’t you, baby girl?” “Mmm hu,” I answered. “You like being Daddy’s little slut, don’t you, Samantha?” Again I answered, “Mmm hu.” “You want Daddy to take you, don’t you baby?” “Mmm hu.” With that one of his thumbs buried deep inside me, and my body jerked upwards, as I let out a loud thick sounding, Ohhhhhh!” His thumb flicked and twitched inside me, and I continued to breath in moan, as the pervert continued to have me affirm how much I wanted Daddy. 

To Be Continued         

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I was sitting at the park, doing nothing in particular. My mother was at work, and since I spend my days home alone, I come to the park quite often. My mom works nights and sleeps most of the day. Once she heads off to work in the late afternoon I usually come here and hang out. Today I’m sitting in the grass, noticing a middle aged man, probably in his mid or late 50’s, who has been watching me from across the park. He is bald on top with salt and pepper hair on the sides. He has a very thin dark mustache, but no other facial hair. He is average build, but has a little bit of a belly. He is wearing shorts and a blue windbreaker jacket, and he’s sitting on a park bench with a camera hanging around his neck. Every once in a while the man would catch me noticing that I see him watching me. When our eyes would accidentally meet across the distance, I would quickly turn away, look at the ground, or in another direction, and act as if I didn’t see him. But, I could still see him out and the corner of my eye and realized, he never seemed to turn away. In fact, every so often he would lift his camera, point it at me, and snap a picture.

It was starting to get dark, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, not that I was all that hungry, but I started walking home. I should have dressed warmer than just the shorts and a tank top I’m wearing because now that the sun is going down, it’s getting a little cool out, and I still have several blocks to walk home. I am only about two blocks from the park when I notice a white van following me. At least it seems to be following me since I am only walking and the van is keeping pace from behind, and never attempting to drive on by. This is the kind of van that a tradesman might drive for work, but there are no company logos on the sides. No real distinguishing features about the van other than there are no windows in back what so ever. The van keeps pace with me for another block when finally it begins to speed, and just when I think it is going to pass, it stops, the window rolls down and a voice says, aren’t you cold? I catch a glimpse of the driver, and it’s the middle aged man with the camera from the park. Again he says, aren’t you cold dressed like that? Yes, a little I tell him. I could give you a ride. I’m going in that direction any way. Besides, I’ve wanted to talk to you about your modeling career. What do you mean my modeling career? You’re a model aren’t you, he says. Surprised and embarrassed I say no. You’re really not a model? No; of course not. Well, you should be. You have the look of a young model. In fact, I beet you would be a really special model. What do you mean? The man says he is a photographer for a lot of famous models, and would love to hire me to model. Really? Sure, you would make a great subject.

The man pulls his van over to the side of the road, steps out, and starts taking pictures of me right there. OMG stop, you are embarrassing me. He says, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, you should be paid. I tell you what, he says, hop in, I don’t live far from here, and I will pay you to model for me. Really, pay me? Yes, but I have some much better clothes in my basement studio. Sure why not I say. He seems very sincere, and also seems like a harmless nice old man. It’s Friday so you don’t have school tomorrow right, he asks? Nope. We climb into his van and he beings to drive. He starts explaining about how a modeling photo session should go. There are just a couple of rules. The photographer is like the director of a movie, and the model follows whatever directions I give them; agreed? Yes, sure, agreed, I said. Sometimes models don’t feel comfortable with everything I ask them to do, but a good model knows the director is always right.

The older man asked me about myself, my hobbies, my school, my mom and dad, etc… I explained I’ve never had a dad, at least never met him, and I’m an only child living with my mom. He asks, have you ever had a daddy? No, like I said, never met him, it’s just me and my mom. Well there are all kinds of daddies, and every little girl should have a daddy, don’t you agree? I guess. He changes the subject and asks about boyfriends, but I explain I don’t have one. No boyfriend, no daddy, what a deprived little tart you are. Tart, I wonder what a tart is, thinking is must mean young girl or something like that? We continued chatting and I finally realized, we have driven a long time, not close by the park at all, but I don’t say anything, not wanting to offend him.

Finally, we turn down a country road, and up a long dirt driveway. He parks in front of the house and says we’re here, hop out. I follow him up to the front door. He opens the door and says, after you. The sun is nearly down, and it’s starting to become dim outside. CLICK CLICK CLICK, I hear him snapping pictures of me from behind as I enter his dark home. He says he doesn’t want to turn on the lights because he doesn’t want to get his dog barking, which is chained out in the back yard. He takes me by the arm and says just follow me, as he leads me to a door. He opens the door and flips a switch that lights a set of stairs leading down to his basement. Go on down he says and I’ll be right behind you, CLICK CLICK CLICK, as I walk down the stairs. The stairs end in a cozy room, where there is a couch, a tall stool, and what looks like a round padded foot stool, which is sitting in front of a painted canvas where there is a camera on a tripod. Go ahead and have a seat and I’ll be right back. I sit on the couch and notice it’s pretty warm for a basement. There is thick carpet on the floor, and I notice a couple of doors, so there must be different rooms down here since this is a pretty big house.

It’s about 5 minutes, but seems like twice that when he walks back in with a tall glass. He hands me the glass and says, here, drink this. What is it? It is a drink I made special for you. It will help you be a good model. I take a sip, but wow, it really harsh and burns my throat. He says, go ahead, drink. Like I said, I’m the director right? Ya, I agree, so I start to take another drink. Before I could pull the glass away from my mouth he reaches in and tips the bottom of the glass up, forcing me to take a huge gulp. My eyes start to water from how strong the drink tastes. Wow, that stuff is harsh, I say. Yes but just what you need, he says. He sits on the couch next to me and starts to explain what kind of poses I will be doing. I suddenly start feeling very hot, weak, and dizzy. I sink back into the couch without even noticing I had changed my posture. He reaches over and lifts the glass to my lips again, forcing me to drink, and drink, and drink. What a great model you are going to be tonight. You think so, I seem to whisper. Oh ya, he says. I struggle a little to lift myself up up from the back of the couch. Are you okay, he asks? I think for a moment, ya, just feel really really strange. That’s how a good model should feel he says. I don’t go into details with him, but It feels like I am in a deep deep dream that is wrapped in a thick fog.

The man stands and walks across the floor and picks up a cardboard box and carries it back to where I am sitting. Let’s see what we have for you he says. Every modeling session has a theme he says. I think tonight we will do a bound tart theme. What’s that I ask, forcing to get the words past my very relaxed and somewhat numb lips? Well, you’ll see, it will be fun. Just do what I tell you and you’ll be perfect for this. He reaches in the box and pulls out a wadded up cloth. Here, put this on, he says, then he leaves the room. I struggle to pull off my tank top. I don’t wear a bra since I really haven’t developed very much. I then struggle to pull off my shorts, many times falling backwards into the couch, and then struggle to lift myself back up. I’m not wearing panties, but I don’t think I have enough strength to wrestle out of them. OMG I think to myself. Whatever he had me drink is so powerful. I hold up the item of clothing he handed me so I can see what I am putting on and if I have it facing the right direction. It’s mostly thin strips of cloth, almost nothing to it. I start feeding my legs through what I think are the correct straps, but I am not having much luck. Struggling, I collapse on the couch again, but continue my week struggle. This must have done on for several minutes before I noticed that the old man was kneeling in front of me, helping me into the strips of cloth. I was so out of it I had no sense of modesty or embarrassments that he was helping dress my naked body. Then he stood, lifted me to my feet, and told me to stand. I managed to balance myself. Although the lighting was very dim, I could see that I was wearing a strip of cloth which stretched behind my neck, ran over my collar bones, just barely covering my nipples as its strips proceeded down and disappeared into a V between my legs, up behind me, through my bottom with my cheeks exposed, and then around my hips meeting back in front. Oddly, I was still extremely warm, almost to the point of sweating. I am usually pretty shy, especially about my body, but no modesty even entered my mind. I was relaxed almost to the point of feeling like I could melt.

The man took me by the hand and started to lead me, but my legs wouldn’t follow. He swiftly picked me up, carried me over to the padded cube like foot stool, tipped me onto my stomach on top of the cube, so my knees were on the floor and my body supported by the cube. CLICK CLICK CLICK I could hear the camera. CLICK CLICK CLICK as he walked around and around me, then silence. I could only hear his breathing. Smack his hand went on my bottom. Lift this up for me. Smack, again his hand went on my bottom. Then he grabbed the stips of cloth between my legs and with just a little pressure, pulled upwards, my bottom following. There’s my little tart, he said. CLICK CLICK CLICK. CLICK CLICK CLICK, the sound came from behind me. Smack, much harder this time. Hold it up there for me, he said as he pulled on the traps of cloth between my legs much harder this time, causing them to dig in a little.

Suddenly, he gently takes me by the back of the hair, tilts my head back and lifts the glass to my lips again, this time until I was almost out of breath. Thankfully the glass ran empty down my throat. He turned the cube I was resting on until I was facing about 3 feet from the wall. Reach out and touch the wall he said, so I stretched both arms forward trying to reach the wall. CLICK CLICK, I heard, but this wasn’t the click of his camera. This was something he quickly fastened around each of my wrists. He then pulled my arms out in front of me by some sort of strap or rope, far out in front of me so my knees were straddling the foot stool. He fastened my arm retraints to the wall. Click, Click, something went around my lower thighs just above my knees, then pulling one far to my left, then the other far to the right, my chest and my inner thighs resting on the foot stool. There, he said, that’s a much better pose. CLICK CLICK CLICK went his camera form all angles. OMG I have never felt so vulnerable, but the thick dreamlike cloud covering my mind kept me from feeling any distress.

After several more minutes of him clicking away, I turned my head to find him and watched him walk to the corner of the room, pick up some sort of small box, like the size of a cell phone, but with long wires hanging from it. He walked behind me out of my view, then suddenly, snap, he pulled violently on the cloth between my legs with such quickness it snapped in half before it had the chance to hurt too much. Cold and sticky I felt him stick the adhesive covered end of one of the wires to my tiny anus. Then he stuck another between my parted lips, and I don’t mean the ones on my face. He then walked around and put a cloth around my eyes and tied it in back to blindfold me. Wow, now you are the perfect bound little tart. Are you ready to be directed, he said? I don’t remember answering, but I think I did. ZAP! My body jerked hard and a scream escaped my mouth. What the fuck was that, I said? ZAP! Again, my body jerked hard as a shot of electricity bolted through my anus and exploded in front between my legs, again causing me to screech a short high pitched scream. ZAP! Again my body jerked violently and another scream escaped. What the fuck I said! No, no, no, we can’t have this he said. He then shoved a rubber ball in my mouth and tied a cloth around to hold it in. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! I couldn’t control the violent jerk of my body caused by the shock. It wasn’t overly painful, but very disturbing how I couldn’t control my own body. It stopped for a moment, as I heard the CLICK of his camera again and again. Smack went his hand on my bottom. This time I felt the electricity, but not as a quick zap. It was a faint tingle which seemed to go on and on and on, causing my muscles to tighten and forcing my back into rigid arch. Through my clouded dreamlike state, I could hear a moaning in the background. Long drawn out droning moans floated though the air. My ears seemed to focus on the moan, but suddenly I realized, it was me making to sound. The electric tingle began to intensify, more, and more, and more, until all the muscles below my waist were flexed tight, then ZAP! It shot through me violently again, causing me to jerk enough to bounce an inch off the foot stool. Just as suddenly, the electricity was gone and my body was limp. I felt a warm wetness running down the inside of both my thighs. I realized I had peed down my legs. Oh, what a shame he said. CICK, CLICK, CLICK went his camera. The last drink forced down my throat took me so deep into a helpless vulnerable dream, and kept me from feeling I was threatened or in any danger. The camera click stopped. ZAP! And jerk went my body. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! OMG I could feel my pee running down my legs, and I could hear very heavy breathing; my own, as if I had just sprinted a mile. Oh, I’ll get that for you, he said. I felt him kneel down behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my bottom, warming my cheeks, then down between my legs, feeling is breath on my inner right thigh, then inside my left thigh, but no touch from the old man. For several minutes, I just felt his breath moving from place to place on my exposed body from behind. Then, a touch inside my thigh; ever so slight. Another; just as slight. Then the touch went between my legs into my lips, but so slight it was like a tickle. Bam his face went deep between my cheeks, his tongue strong and deep into my little girl hole. Deeper and stronger, back and fourth. OMG, never have I ever heard of such a thing. For the first time I was feeling like I was doing something very wrong, so very very wrong, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. No, I heard myself say just the one word. Deeper and more forceful his face went between my ass cheeks, then he stopped. My breathing was so very heavy, almost to the point of hyperventilating. ZAP! The strongest shock so far ripped through my anus and exploded at my little clit. My body jerked so violently my ass slammed against his face where his tongue was position to go deep into me. ZAP! Again slamming my body into his face and my hole onto his mouth. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! Each time slamming my body against his face. OMG! What have I done? What have I gotten myself into, I thought?

It stopped and I heard the man get up and walk to the other side of the room. I heard him rummaging through something, then heard his feet shuffle back towards me. I felt him untie the gag around my mouth, and pull out the ball. Just as I was trying to adjust my jaw, he slid something that felt like a smooth thick rubber pipe into my mouth, much thicker than the ball. Suck the dildo my little tart, he said. Slowly he slid it to the back of my throat until I gagged, then withdrawing it almost to its tip. Good little tart, he said. Then pushed it again to the back of my throat and again I made a gagging sound. Again he rewarded me with his praise of being his good little tart. Repeatedly he made me gag until tears were running down my cheeks, but still he continued. Then he pushed it to the back of my throat and held it there. I couldn’t inhale or exhale. I couldn’t breathe at all. He held it and held it until I started to panic and struggle. ZAP! The electricity bulleted through my bottom parts as he withdrew the dildo. I was gasping for air, as if I stayed under water far too long. ZAP! Again he hit me with the shock, and a scream come from my lips. He then said, try this one, and he began forcing a much thicker rubber shaft into my mouth. My lips stretched all the way around the rimed head, but it was too thick to go past my teeth. He pushed a little, but it was far too thick. Well I can see you still need some training, he said. He put the ball back in my mouth and retied the cloth over it.

He moved back behind me between my legs. ZAP! My bottom slammed against his waiting hand. Drip, I felt a warmth gush all over my cheeks, run down between my legs, and down my thighs, as he described how the warm oil looked soaking my parts. I felt his hand caress my cheeks. Oh so slippery he said. Smack! his hand went hard burning my right cheek. Smack, again. The third smack landing between my legs on my hole. I muffled scream tried to escape my mouth. Smack again on my hole. Smack, very hard again on my hole, and again a muffled scream came from me. ZAP! His electric torture shot through my young clit. Lets see how you like this my little tart. I felt the smoothness if his dildo touch the top of my back, then slide very very slowly down. Slowly down, between my shoulder bladed, down my spine. Down the dip in my back, then down, down, down, until is reached the part in my cheeks, down slowly, down, down, now sliding slippery across my anus, pausing to make a slippery circle, then down, down, now against my little girl hole. His breathing was intense, but probably not as intense as mine. Little slippery circles he made with the tip of the dildo around my hole. Now you are going to be more than a tart baby. You are about to become Daddy’s little slut. As his words made my heart beat faster, I could feel the tingle of the electricity start, very slight at first, increasing, increasing, increasing, causing my muscles to tighten and my back to arch my bottom upwards. I couldn’t stop my muscles from forcing me. More intense the electricity grew, and more my back arched, forcing my bottom higher and higher. Until, as if a feeling of flip the head of the dildo popped into me just past the opening of my little girl hole. More intense the electricity became and the deeper my body moved onto the dildo. Deeper, deeper, OMG, never before, OMG, OMG, deeper, deeper, then it stopped. Breathing as if I had just run a mile at full speed, he withdrew the rubber cock. Then again, the electricity began to subtly build, until flip, the dildo popped past and into the opening of my hole. Deeper as the electricity intensified, all the way until my body was contorted, my back arched to the extreme and by bottom high, forcing me onto the dildo the old man was holding, then gone was the electricity, and my bottom fell back into place as the rubber pipe slipped from me until its tip rested against the rim of my wet hot hole. ZAP! My body slammed hard onto the hard rubber cock. So deep onto it I went that I could feel his fist that was holding the other end of the dildo slam against my bottom. ZAP! Again, and I screamed as my body jerked hard onto the rubber cock. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! OMG OMG OMG went through my cloudy intoxicated mind. Then it stopped. Smack! went his hand on my oiled ass. Oh my little slut, your ready for more aren’t you. I’m gagged and cannot respond, or even protest. I feel like what he is doing to me is turning me into something I can’t describe. Like I am becoming something that belongs to him, and his pleasure is my pleasure.

I feel what I know is the other much thicker dildo straining against my hole. He pushes with steady pressure and I can feel myself burning as I am being stretched wide open. Pop it suddenly slipped past the opening of my hole. Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper until it is forced against the end of my insides. It won’t go any farther and all I feels is intense pressure. Oh my beautiful little slut he says. Oh what a good little slut for daddy. Then the electric tingle begins, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I think. My body tightening, sliding harder against the huge rubber post that is sticking out of me, no more, no more I think, but more intense the electricity becomes, and harder onto the shaft I go, then as if it all went away in an instant, the electricity stops and he rips the massive pole from me.

I don’t remember the next few minutes. My mind went completely away.

Slowly I again become aware. I don’t know how much time has passed. I no longer have anything tied in my mouth. Nor am I blindfolded, but the room is very dim. I can hear a low repeating moan over and over and over again. Ohmmm, Ohmmm, Ohmmm, Ohmmm, over and over and over. I suddenly realize it’s me moaning. I also realize I am still tied, and being shoved from behind over and over, matching each of my moans. I turn my head slightly to look back and see the old man, completely naked and all sweaty, with his hands tightly gripping my hips as he is slamming his body against mine. Welcome back princess he says. Smack, he slaps one side of my bottom. Thrust, thrust, thrust, against me, dripping sweat on my ass. Something different than the rubber of the dildo. Something much warmer, much stiffer, and reaching much deeper into my soul is being slammed into my hole. Smack his hand goes again against my bottom. He then picks up his pace, dripping more sweat on me, more intense and deeper, harder, thrust, thrust, thrust, faster and faster, harder and harder deeper and deeper, more and more into my being. I know my purpose here. I want this. I am here for him, he has me, and can do what he pleases to me, and I want him to.

You like Daddy’s cock princess? Oh yes, I reply. Tell Daddy, you want his cock. Give me your cock Daddy. Give it to me. Give it to me! Give it to me. My moans have turned into begging over and over for his cock to thrust into me. Suddenly I tighten, rushing all over with something so intense. More than the electricity, more than anything I have ever experienced. Oh yes princess, come for Daddy. Come for Daddy princess. Oh yes, Oh yes, OMG OMG OMG OMG I pant. Ohhhhhhhhh. He’s spanking my ass with all his might, matching each of his forceful thrusts. Burying his hot Daddy cock in me. Smack, smack, smack, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, he cuts my arms loose, and I grab the sides of the foot stool, forcing myself against him as I have the most intense orgasm I could have ever hoped for. He rips his cock from me, quickly moves in front of my face and shoves it in my mouth. My hands go to his body, pulling his cock into my mouth deeper, the other hand around his dangling balls pulling him into me. Here it comes Princess…. Ohhhhhhhh I feel a hot ness shoot down my throat, gagging me, but I’m still sucking with intense hunger. Then he shoves it to the back of my throat and holds it there, still jerking against me and grunting, spilling his love down my throat.

You are the best model I’ve ever had. The best little slut I could hope for Princess.

I now go to the park every day. I haven’t seen the old man since, but every time a van passes by, I feel a pounding between my legs. I wish he would come back and pick me up again.