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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality. *******************************

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Gregg had been following her through the amusement park for thirty minutes now. There were hundreds of young girls swarming the park but she in particular had caught his attention. Her long blond hair fell almost to the middle of her back and her facial features were delicate. She was quite tall for her age, she was probably around ten or eleven years old, yet she must have been close to five feet tall already.

It was a hot and humid day, the late afternoon light beat down heavily onto the park-goers, even as the sun was approaching the horizon. The girl was dressed in a cropped top that showed off her flat belly and dimpled belly button. Her budding breasts were evident, as was her choice to go braless, for her puffy aureoles were well outlined against the thin cotton of her shirt. She was wearing cutoff jeans that were both short and low-rise. Her tanned, slender legs rose high before the hem of her shorts interfered with the view. The denim coverage didn’t last long, however, for her waistline was several inches below her belly button.

She was a mouth-watering sight indeed, yet still no different from a dozen other pre-pubescent girls that were roaming the park that day in their scanty summer clothing. It wasn’t until the girl turned away and revealed a tattoo on her back that he knew she was the one.

Her lower back was clearly visible, thanks to her cropped shirt and low-rise shorts. She must have visited one of the numerous amusement park booths earlier that day because she had a temporary tattoo that read, “Hottie” just above the waistline of her denim shorts. Just above where her ass crack would be if her shorts slipped just a half-inch lower.

He followed her until to a long line for ride. She appeared to be with a large group of friends. Quickly, he counted the group of pre-teen girls bubbling in front of him. There were nine girls. This would be ideal as well, because everyone knows you need an even group of people at an amusement park. Plus, with nine girls it would be easy to oversee a missing person in such a large group.

The ride they were waiting for was called the Sky Spinner. It consisted of 25 two-person shuttles attached to a large circular wheel that lay flat on the ground. As the ride started to spin, the wheel would slowly lift off the ground until it was perpendicular, spinning the shuttles in a dizzying circle that would take the riders upside down.

When the group reached the front of the line, the girls giggled as they dashed toward their shuttles. Gregg walked quickly as well to secure his own shuttle. As he hoped, the seats vanished fast and he spied the girl walking around the wheel trying to find an empty shuttle.

“Hey kid,” the teenager in charge of the ride called, “hurry up and find a seat!”

“I don’t think there are any left,” she called back, disappointed. The teenager scanned the shuttles. Gregg fought the urge to raise his hand but it didn’t matter. The teenager noticed he was sitting alone.

“There’s an empty one over here,” the teenager pointed. The girl walked over to Gregg’s shuttle.

“Hi,” Gregg smiled politely. The riders of Sky Spinner had to straddle a narrow bench. If this girl were to ride with Gregg, she would have to sit between his legs, directly in front of him. He could see the hesitation on the girl’s part to sit so intimately with a stranger.

“Let’s go,” the teenager called impatiently. “Are you going to get in or not?”

“Don’t be shy Michelle!” one of the girl’s friends yelled from her own shuttle.

Gregg watched as a red-faced Michelle climbed into the shuttle. She straddled the bench stiffly and was careful not to sit too close to him. “Don’t worry,” Gregg told her, “I don’t bite.” She didn’t respond though. The ride started to spin as the shuttles moved in a slow circle.

“My name’s Gregg,” he said, leaning close to her ear. “You’re Michelle, right?”

“Yes,” she said shortly.

“Nice to meet you,” he said raising his voice to be heard over the grinding of the gears as the ride began to build momentum. “I really like this tattoo you’ve got. You really are a hottie, you know that?”

He saw her shoulders tense up at his comment. The wheel started to lift off the ground, sending their shuttle upside down as it traveled in the circle. Gregg reached into his pocket and pulled out a small choker. Deftly, he swept aside her long blond hair and snapped it around her neck.

She tried to fight him off but she had been caught too unaware. Gregg grabbed her lithe body and pulled her close to him, relishing the feel of her smooth skin beneath his hands. “Don’t try to scream,” he said, speaking directly into her ear. “Not that you can anyhow. This is a ‘smart’ choker made of a special memory foam. It tightens around your neck muscles and vocal cords so you can’t talk. So just relax.”

He ran his hands along her body, pinching her puffy nipples. Michelle sat perfectly still, not even trying to resist him now. He took advantage, reveling in the feel of her soft and supple skin, running his hands along her shoulders and arms before continuing to her slim torso. He tickled her knees for a moment before moving inward to her inner thighs. She tensed up at his touch there and he felt her legs close.

“Just relax,” he said again. “I’m not going to hurt you. It will feel good, I promise…”

Unwillingly, Michelle let him pull her locked knees apart. The ride was spinning in a full circle now, the shuttle sweeping upside down in a dizzying loop. She couldn’t believe this was really happening, it seemed like a dream. The screams and whoops of the other riders rang in her ears but they seemed distant, as if she were underwater. His fingers probed inside the leg opening of her shorts first, then wriggled beneath the elastic of her underwear.

“Ah, no hair,” he said, moving his lips close to her ear so she could easily hear him. He gently stroked the smooth skin of her slit. Michelle felt a wave of nausea building deep inside her. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the ride or because of his finger exploring between her legs. “How old are you anyway?” He tilted her head and put his ear close to her mouth.

“Ten years old,” Michelle whispered. The choker around her neck squeezed tighter each time she tried to speak. Even whispering was difficult. Roughly, his finger dipped into her slit, past her hairless ivory skin until it reached her pink depths. She was breathing fast and panicking now. No one had ever touched her most private area.

Silently, Michelle endured his touching. It seemed like an eternity before the ride would end. Just when she thought it was slowing down to stop, the ride would speed up again. Finally though, the shuttles spun slower and slower as the approached the ground again. Relieved, Michelle felt him remove his hand from under the elastic leg opening of her underwear.

The ride had barely slowed to a stop before Gregg yanked the door open and hurried Michelle out. Confused and dizzy, Michelle stumbled before he grabbed her by the elbow and hustled her to the ride exit.

“Hey, wait,” she tried to say before the choker tightened around her neck again, cutting off her words. She turned back and saw her friends still slowly getting out of the ride. The next group of fair-goers had already swarmed toward the shuttles, creating a bustling crowd of new riders and departing riders. Michelle suddenly realized what her molester was planning.

“Help!” she screamed. But all that came out was a wheezy gasp. Gregg had an ironclad grip on her wrist as he led her away from the Sky Spinner, away from her friends. Desperately, she tried to grab the hand of a passing stranger.

“Hey!” a woman exclaimed as Michelle’s waving arm upset the plastic up of Coke she was drinking. Soda and ice spilled onto the ground.

“Oh excuse us,” Gregg said swiftly and apologetically. He took Michelle by her bare shoulders and squeezed hard. She winced slightly but his message was clear. “My daughter just rode the Sky Spinner and she’s not feeling well,” Gregg told the woman. “I think we better find a restroom.”

The woman nodded and turned away. Gregg pushed Michelle along, keeping his hands tight on her shoulders. “Don’t try that again,” he warned her, whispering into her ear. “You don’t want to make me mad.”

They navigated their way through the dense crowd. Michelle gazed longingly into every stranger’s face, wishing she could somehow communicate her predicament. Her only chance for escape would be to run away but he was gripping her shoulders far too tight for that. Dusk had fallen as well and, despite the park lights, it was getting dark quick. The chances of Michelle bumping into her friends again was slim at best.

He led her past the roller coasters and fast food stands, winding all the way to the other side of the park. At last they stopped at the Wild Water Rapids ride. Michelle was familiar with this attraction. It consisted of riding a large inner tube on a long and meandering canal that wound around the park.

Since it was after dark, the line was quite short. Gregg pulled her through the turnstile and they were soon waiting for ride attendant to set them up on the next inner tube. Michelle tried to make eye contact with the attendant but he paid no attention to her.

“Is this ride scary?” Gregg asked the attendant conversationally.

“Uh, no, not at all,” the attendant said. The boredom in his voice was evident.

“What’s it like?” Gregg asked.

“Um, you just ride this inner tube. The ride actually winds through the entire park.”

“I see,” Gregg said. “Do you think my daughter will get wet?”

“She’ll probably get a little wet,” the attendant nodded. “It’s still hot though, even though the sun set.”

The attendant held the inner tube steady as Gregg and Michelle climbed in. “One last question,” Gregg called as the inner tube began to float away from platform. “How long will the ride last?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks!”

Michelle sat stiffly in the inner tube. It was large, probably about six feet in diameter with a nylon wrapping around the tube that allowed the passengers to stay dry as well as keep them from slipping through the center of the inner tube. They drifted silently along the calm, gurgling water for a moment. Since it was dark now and the waterway wasn’t well-lit, Michelle couldn’t even see the face of her captor. She could tell his hair was short and his face was narrow, but that was all.

“Let’s have a little fun, shall we?” Gregg asked her. She couldn’t tell what he was doing in the dim light but she heard him undo his zipper. She was frozen in fear as she watched him wriggle on the inner tube. She couldn’t see anything but she assumed the worst.

“Come here,” Gregg said. “Come sit on my lap, Michelle.” He took her wrist.

Reluctantly, she clambered across the inner tube and sat on his lap. The ten year old girl could feel his thing pressing against her thigh. Her eyes adjusted enough to the dim light so she could see his shorts around his knees. She was sitting on his bare crotch now. The thought made her embarrassed.

“Spread your legs,” he said, parting her knees. He arranged the young girl so that she sat on his lap with her legs open on either side of his own legs. Michelle flinched as he reached for the crotch of her denim shorts.

“There you go again,” Gregg said to her. “Don’t be afraid.” He fumbled with her shorts for a moment. Michelle looked around but there was no help anywhere. This portion of the ride floated along a secluded part of the park. There were no other inner tubes floating in front of them or behind them.

“Hold on a minute,” Gregg said. He reached into the pocket of his shorts that were bunched around his legs. He pulled out an object and held it up in the dim light. It was a Swiss Army knife. Michelle watched as he pulled out the scissor tool. His hands returned to the crotch of her shorts and she heard him snipping.

“There we go,” Gregg said, snapping the knife shut. “That’s much better.”

Michelle reached between her legs and felt her shorts. He had snipped away the cloth between the leg openings her shorts, effectively changing them from denim shorts to a denim skirt. A very short denim skirt. Then she felt his hands reach under the hem and tug at her underwear. Before she could resist, he roughly pulled them off. Michelle watched, horrified, as he balled up her underpants and tossed them over the side of the inner tube.

“Hey!” she whispered in alarm. She craned her head and saw her underwear floating in the water as the inner tube drifted away.

“You didn’t need those anyway,” Gregg reassured her, pulling her back into his lap. He adjusted the young girl on his lap. Michelle blushed as she felt the heat of his thick tool resting between the cheeks of her bare butt. His hand reached between her legs again.

They floated along, the inner tube automatically navigating its way. They had reached a faster section of water and the inner tube now spun in lazy circles as it bumped and rocked along the churning water. Gregg’s fingers were gently exploring her now. It was so dark that she wasn’t even sure if they were his hands. Idly, the ten year old girl imagined that it was something else tickling her between her legs.

She saw a dark shape appear along the water canal. Suddenly they were plunged into complete darkness and Michelle realized they were in a tunnel. Gregg’s fingers continued to tease her, eliciting odd tingles and twitches from between her legs. His free hand caressed the sensitive nubs on her flat chest, awakening feelings Michelle had never experienced before.

The inner tube jostled as it left the dark tunnel and they gained speed as the water flow hastened. They were coasting along a path of water that wound directly through the center of the park now. Only twenty feet away, Michelle could see the midway with its flashing lights and rows of stuffed animals and other prizes. She and her friends has been there earlier this afternoon. It seemed like a long time ago.

She watched the people who were wandering the park, no further than fifteen feet from the water canal. Though anyone could easily see the riders of the inner tube, it was impossible for them to see what was happening in the darker bottom of the inner tube. She could still feel his thing underneath her, hard and hot. It was strange sensation, being touched in her most private area with so many people present. Some people even made eye contact with the ten year old girl but it didn’t occur to her to wave or try to get help now.

Michelle felt a disconcerting combination of humiliation and sexual arousal as Gregg touched her. She felt disoriented, her senses overwhelmed. It was a combination of the rocking inner tube, the distant roar of roller coasters and screaming riders, and the occasional cool spray of water on her face. And the insistent touch of his fingers between her legs. The young girl felt something building inside her, a desire for something that she couldn’t name.

The winding water path was now re-entering a secluded area further from the center of the park. The inner tube floated calmly along a concrete canal with grass and trees on either side. Gregg’s fingers were now more than a little slick as he explored Michelle’s slit. She tensed and whined softly as his fingers pinched a sensitive area between her legs that she had never noticed before.

“Doesn’t this feel good Michelle?” Gregg asked her. “Be honest.”

She didn’t answer at first. He quickened the pace of his fingers and pushed harder against her sensitive spot. Involuntarily, Michelle flinched in his lap, her hips bucking. His thing was poking hard against her thigh now.

“Does this feel good?” he asked again.

“Yes,” Michelle whispered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it feels…. good,” Michelle whispered, embarrassed. She didn’t like the situation but she had to admit she didn’t want him to stop touching her. The feelings were overwhelming now, the tingles impossible to ignore.

“Good,” Gregg said. “I want you to do something for me. Lift yourself up… That’s right, now turn around so you’re facing me.” He re-adjusted the young girl so that she was now straddling him, facing him. The light was still too dim to see his face. Michelle felt a strong wave of humiliation and embarrassment now that she was facing him.

“All right,” Greg said. “Sit back a little bit, there we go…” Michelle was now sitting on his thighs but more importantly, his hard thing was poking her right between her legs. She could feel the heat of it as it parted her hairless slit and ground against her immature pinkness.

“How does that feel?” Gregg asked her. “Does that feel nice to be sitting on my cock?”

Michelle blushed in the darkness. She had often giggled with her friends about male anatomy but now she was feeling the real thing pressing against her. It was poking hard against her, replacing his fingers that had been teasing her just moments before. Her own weight pushed her bare slit against his thing, producing the same feelings she had been enjoying before.

“Well? Does it feel nice?” he inquired again. “Tell me, Michelle.”

“Yes.” Her cheeks felt red hot.

“Why don’t you move your hips a little?” Gregg said. “Move back and forth on top of me. There you go… Doesn’t that feel nice?”

Michelle didn’t answer. She was now completely overcome with humiliation and sexual arousal. It felt so sick, so wrong to be doing this. She had never moved her hips like this before but her body was becoming quickly accustomed to the motions. The ten year old girl rocked back and forth on Gregg’s lap, letting his cock rub lewdly between her hairless lips.

“Oh!” Michelle whispered. “Oh god… what’s happening?” Not knowing what to do, the young girl rocked faster and faster on the hard meat lodged between her legs. A series of quaking shivers descended upon her, then an explosion of pure, white pleasure.

“Oh!” Michelle whispered again. She wanted to scream in pleasure but knew she couldn’t. A shaft of light suddenly illuminated Gregg’s face and the ten year old girl stared into the face of her molester as she shook with her first orgasm.

“Oh yes, Michelle, yes…” Gregg cooed. “It feels so good for me too, sweetie. Grind your little cunt against my cock…” She heard his filthy words, terms she had heard before at school, except now she understood exactly what they meant. Michelle kept moving against Gregg until the tingles subsided. She finally stopped, exhausted, when the area between her legs felt too sensitive to continue.

She felt Gregg brush her hair aside from her face. “Sorry to ruin the afterglow, sweetie,” he told her, “but the ride is almost over.” He lifted her off him and quickly pulled up his shorts. Michelle lay sprawled on the bottom of the inner tube, dazed, not realizing what he meant.

A bright fluorescent light suddenly blinded her. Gregg helped her to her feet as Michelle realized they had reached the end of the ride. The same attendant helped her out of the inner tube. She stumbled a bit, luckily remembering to pull her shorts as low as possible. Her new skirt was very low cut and she had no underwear. The cool air tickled her as she waited for Gregg to get out of the inner tube.

“Thanks again!” Gregg called warmly to the attendant as the left. Michelle let him guide her as she staggered alongside him. The crowd in the amusement park was slightly thinner now and there was much less jostling. Docilely, Michelle followed him to the line for the Ferris Wheel. If one looked closely, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her skirt. The ragged denim hem of her skirt just barely hid the slim curves of her butt.

There wasn’t much of a line for this ride either. In a few moments, Gregg and Michelle were loaded into their own Ferris Wheel car, rising high in the sky. Michelle stared out at the blinking neon lights that adorned the park. The wind rustled her hair, cool against her face and against the bare slit beneath her skirt. The young girl felt tired and dazed. The scene seemed so dreamlike.

She watched with slightly glazed eyes as Gregg pulled off his shorts, leaving them around his ankles. Her eyes focused on the tubelike piece of flesh between his legs, remembering how she had been grinding against it just minutes ago.

“Come here,” Gregg said. “Kneel down on the floor.”

Michelle did as he asked. She knew what he wanted her to do. She and her girlfriends had giggled about this as well. Without being asked, she opened her mouth, letting him slide his semi-hard cock between her lips. She and her friends had giggled about how gross and disgusting blowjobs must be but Michelle chose not to think about that now. Instead, she pretended that she was sucking on a sausage, or even her own finger. Imagining the thing in her mouth was anything besides Gregg’s penis.

She felt it swell and harden in her mouth. Mechanically, she sucked, feeling her lips move alongside the ridge of his cockhead. Having no choice, she let her tongue caress the underside of his penis. It tasted different but she had no frame of reference or comparison. It was undeniably musky, like sweat. There was also the faint tang of her own scent from before.

Michelle’s saliva was beginning to pool in her mouth now. The thought of swallowing it was too revolting so the ten year old girl let it dribble out the corner of her mouth instead. His cock was fully hard now and she had to strain to fit the tip of it inside her small mouth. Her jaws began to ache from being forced so wide.

She sucked for several long minutes, trying to concentrate on anything else besides the task at hand. The Ferris Wheel continued to lazily spin in the sky, stopping to rock at steady intervals. Behind the dull roar of her own blood rushing, Michelle could also hear the din of the park, engines squeaking and people screaming. Gregg’s hands were lovingly caressing her hair as she worked but she ignored him.

She heard him sigh though. Then a low moan of approval. Then another sigh. She felt his hands tighten on her head, pushing her harder onto his erection. Her jaw muscles were too exhausted now so he just scraped against her lips and tongue. She could see his cock glistening with her drool. Since she could only manage the tip of his length, Gregg moved his fist to the remainder of his tool, stroking the length of it with the aid of the ten year old girl’s saliva.

“Oh, baby, yeah,” Gregg sighed. “This is all for you sweetheart…” He forced her further onto his cock and Michelle gagged as it hit the back of her throat. She was gasping for air when she felt his penis throb, followed by a spurt of something hot in her throat. The young girl panicked and recoiled, pulling herself free of his grip. His cock plopped out of her mouth and Michelle gasped for air, involuntarily swallowing. Disgusted, she felt her stomach lurch as his semen slipped smoothly down her throat.

Gregg continued stroking his shaft, however, milking several more bursts of hot, white fluid that landed on Michelle’s face. She flinched, helplessly scrunching her face as Gregg sprayed her. When he was done, he let go of her shoulder and she retreated to the opposite bench of the Ferris Wheel car.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” Gregg murmured, pulling his shorts on. Michelle sat still, not knowing what to do about the cool and sticky fluid that was running down her face. “Look at you,” Gregg said. “You have no idea how pretty you look.”

He got up and sat down next to her. Using his finger, he wiped away a strand of semen on her cheek. “I hope you had fun today,” he told her. Michelle watched as he moved his finger, glistening with a large dollop of his semen, under the hem of her skirt. Without meaning to, she spread her legs for him. A wave of humiliation passed as she realized what she did.

“Good girl,” Gregg smiled, “Spreading your legs for me. I know you liked what happened today.” He began stroking her bare slit again, his own semen allowing his finger to slip easily between her hairless valley. Michelle felt that familiar tingle as he touched her. She clenched her jaw, hating herself for enjoying this.

“I’m going to take this off now,” he said, snapping off the choker with his free hand. “And then you’re free to go as soon as the Ferris Wheel stops.” He stopped rubbing her for a moment to scoop up another strand of semen. Keeping her legs spread, Michelle waited for him to continue touching her. She shivered as she felt his cool, slippery fluid against her privates.

“You can do this too, you know,” he told her. “Use your own fingers to touch yourself. It’s not hard, anyone can do it. Plus it feels really nice, doesn’t it?” He peered into her face but Michelle couldn’t meet his gaze. He took her hand and guided it between her legs. Positioning his fingers over hers, Gregg showed her how to masturbate.

“Just like that,” he smiled at her. He took his hand away and straightened the hem of her shorts. Bashfully, Michelle stopped touching herself. The Ferris Wheel gently swung into motion again and stopped as their car reached the bottom. The attendant unlocked their door to usher them out. He didn’t notice the dripping the strands on Michelle’s face.

They exited the Ferris Wheel area. Michelle touched her throat, it felt odd to be free of the constricting choker. The semen sliding down her cheek was tickling her.

“Well kiddo,” Gregg said. “I guess this is goodbye. There’s a bathroom over there if you want to get cleaned up.” He pointed to the ladies’ restroom. “Thanks for the great time,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Slowly, Michelle walked to the restroom. The entire experience had been unpleasant, she decided, but she didn’t suffer any physical harm at least. Michelle was confused. Her parents had often warned her about encounters with strangers, and she imagined tonight’s events would have counted as such an experience. But she was unhurt, no bruises or blood or pain.

Michelle ignored the sinks and locked herself into a stall. Sitting down, she reflected further on the events of the evening. She had always thought such encounters with strangers would result in a fate worse than death. Something very, very terrible that would leave her parents devastated. But her finger. Then, spreading her knees, she used it to touch herself between her legs as Gregg had taught her.