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