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Hottime
I found it hard to believe the chain of events that had
taken place over the past six months. I had been
possessed. My thoughts constantly of the young girl across
the street. Long, almost-white, blonde hair, pale
complexion, blue eyes, cute button nose. She was about
four feet tall, slim, and beautiful. Always wearing
clothing that would catch anybody's eye. Her favorite
seemed to be white short)shorts, that drew attention to her
shapely legs, pink socks and white running shoes. Button
down, open)necked, short sleeve blouses that exposed her
slim, swan-like neck. I dreamed of watching it bulge with
my cock down her throat.
At first it was just fantasy. I tried to quit thinking
about her. To get those hot and kinky, but depraved mind
films out of my head. An exercise in futility. I had to
have her. There was no denying it. I had to feel my hands
gripping her hair, my fingers probing, my cock exploring
her deepest recesses. To hear her cry out in pain/ecstasy
as I used her to sate my every desire. Eventually the
opportunity would present itself, she would be mine.
I made preparations by buying rope, a ball gag, dildoes of
all sizes, (some with vibrators, some capable of being
pumped up to increase their size). There were also leather
cuffs, a cane, whips, alligator clamps, needles, and
piercing rings of various sizes. Rings for her nose, rings
for her ears, rings for her nipples, rings for her clit;
and fine, but strong, chain to fasten them together in any
number of interesting combinations. Enema bags, hoses, and
nipples. Crotchless panties, bras, dog collars, anything
and everything I thought might be useful. My most
important purchase was the 90,000 volt stun gun. I was
hoping this would speed the capture by reducing any
resistance the girl might exhibit.
I owned a large conversion van with darkly tinted windows
and blinds to keep out prying eyes. I got into the habit
of driving the van at all times so no one would notice
anything unusual and kept my eyes open for an opportunity
to make the snatch. The gear was kept in the van, stashed
under the sofa bed, ready and at hand at all times. My
anticipation and excitement increased daily. Soon, all my
wildest dreams would come true.
I spoke to the girl on occasion. Her name was Tina and she
was eleven years old. I wanted her to be comfortable
around me. To accept my presence as normal and pleasant.
I would always carry gum or lifesavers to offer her and
bought her ice cream from the neighborhood ice cream truck.
I even introduced myself to her mother. As the block
captain of our street, a representative to the housing
council, I was quickly accepted as a trustworthy
individual. Little did they know.
After waiting several months, during which I became more
and more desparate, I had nearly given up hope. Crazy,
need)driven thoughts were carousing through my brain. Yet
if I were to act on any of these insane ideas I was sure to
be caught; and that was unacceptable. I needed time,
plentiful and undisturbed, to carry out all the perverted
deeds I had in mind.
I needed a diversion. Something that would tide me over
until I was able to get her without attracting any
attention. I started going camping on weekends. At least,
that's what I told my neighbors. In actuality I was
visiting nearby cities and towns, up to 90 miles away, in
search of a young female to take my mind off Tina and to
find an isolated location to enjoy my wickedness.
Thursday evening I made my way to the Daytona area and
bedded down for the night. I wanted to make an early start
Friday morning. I woke about 5:00 a.m. and started
cruising. Luck was with me. The fog was fairly thick, but
for what I wanted, I could see well enough. About 6:00
a.m. I spotted a a figure standing alongside the road. I
was in a rural area and assumed he or she was out early
waiting for her school bus. It was hard to tell much about
her due to the 3/4 length jacket and knit cap; but my
initial impression was of a slim, young girl. Just what I
was looking for.
As I slowly drove by she was busy digging into her book
bag. I drove a half mile or so down the road and turned
around. I wanted the large side door facing her when I
stopped, so I knew I'd have to turn around again. She was
watching me as I passed the second time. Perhaps she had
been taught well, and was getting suspiscios of my
behavior. If so, her curiosity would soon be answered.
The bus would be coming soon; I had to hurry. After the
second turn, I briefly pulled over to get my cuffs and a
gag ready for her.
As I pulled over and came to a stop, I gave her a smile and
waved. I moved between the captain's chairs and exited
through the sliding side door. Holding a map in my hands I
moved toward her. "Hi, I seem to be lost. Could you help
me? I've been studying this map but this fog has me turned
around." I guess my story was convincing enough. "Sure,
this is Jacob Road. Where are you going?" I moved next to
her, holding out the map so she would take it with her
right hand and free one of my hands. I reached behind me
for the stunner, brought it to the back of her neck, and
pulled the trigger.
SHIT AND HELLFIRE! It worked better than I'd imagined!
Her body convulsed and started to slump to the ground. I
caught her with my right arm, picked her up and slung her
into the van. I hopped in right behind her, threw my stuff
down and grabbed the cuffs that were lying ready. Snapped
tightly on one wrist, around the seat support, and tightly
onto the other wrist; her skin swelling around the metal
clamped on her arms. This little slut wasn't going
anywhere.
I couldn't believe how easy it had been. No resistance, no
noise, so far so good. I jumped behind the wheel of the
van and headed for parts unknown. Unknown to anybody else
anyway.
It didn't take long for her to come around. I heard a low
moan from the back and knew I would have to secure her for
the long run. A McDonald's parking lot was as good a place
to pull over as any; besides, I was hungry.
I pulled into the lot and moved into the back of the van to
finish wrapping my "package". A ball gag fitted into her
mouth and secured tightly around her head; followed by a
dark hood with a draw string so she would be unable to see.
The material was porous enough to allow her to breathe.
Her hands were turning blue so I adjusted the handcuffs to
allow sufficient circulation. I wanted her in full working
order untill I was ready to use and abuse her.
The shears made short work of her clothing. First cutting
along the sleeves of the jacket and blouse and pulling them
away; then snipping her jeans off, leaving only a training
bra and pink cotton panties. I gave her another jolt with
the stun gun just to watch her jump, then tucked her under
the sofa-bed. Time for some coffee and a danish.
After some breakfast I headed for a state park I had
checked out a few weeks earlier. I had found an abandoned
cabin in a clearing surrounded by thick woods and dense
underbrush. It was a bitch to get to, but well worth the
effort. As a test I had taken a boom box to the cabin and
left it at full blast. No more than fifty feet outside and
you couldn't hear a thing. After making a complete circuit
of the area I was satisfied that it was a safe place to
carry out my dastardly deeds. What fun we were going to
have!
After parking the van I stuffed the little bitch into a
duffel bag and threw her over my shoulder. The site was
ready and waiting and I was anxious to get to work. As I
said, it was a real pain in the assh getting there and I
ended up dragging the bag through most of the rough stuff.
I could hear the occasional grunt and groan from the bag as
it bounced along the ground.
Once there, I broke out the video camera, stripped to my
shorts, and approached the bag. I was so close to popping
my cork I figured it would be best to get off quick and
then take my time with her. I attacked.
Grabbing the end of the bag I quickly pulled it off of her.
I ripped off her bra and panties, exposing her just budding
tits and puffy, bald pussy. Using my thumb and forefinger
I clenched her little nipple and pinched and twisted,
making her moan around her gag. Tears were running down
her face.
I pulled the gag from her mouth. She drew a deep breath
but before she could scream I hit her solidly in the
stomache. She gasped and doubled over with pain. I
inserted a latex sleeve with a metal frame into her mouth.
This handy little device would keep her mouth open and
available for use. As well as prevent her from using her
teeth. I dropped my drawers.
My cock felt like an iron bar. A full 7.5 inches and 4
inches in circumference and ready to explode. I inserted
the head through the device and into her mouth. I could
not hold back. I no longer cared whether she survived or
not. My cock sank deeper into her mouth. The head wedged
against the opening to her throat. She began to gag but
nothing was going to stop me. I exerted more pressure. My
fingers were wrapped in her long brown hair and gripping
the back of her head. I pulled back a bit and slammed
forward. My cock slipping another couple of inches into
her throat. Again I pumped hard into her face. This time
it went all the way. Her body was convulsing. My cock
buried in her throat; her lips flat against my pelvis.
I'd never felt anything like it. Her throat continued to
spasm around my cock. Her body twisting and shaking as she
fought to breathe. I wanted it to last forever. I held my
cock embedded in her oral cavity until the spasms began to
subside. Her face taking on a bluish tinge. I pulled back
till the head was resting on her tongue. She gulped in the
air, but I could tell some of the fight had been taken out
of her. It seemed she would survive; at least for now.
Time enough later to teach her the finer points of
cocksucking. For now it was just my need to cumm that had
to be satisfied. I pumped my cock back down her throat.
Once again she gagged and convulsed, but not as violently.
I began long, full strokes. From the head of my cock on
her tongue, to being submerged in her throat. I shifted my
grip, sliding my right hand down to her neck. I could feel
her throat stretching to accomodate the bulk of my cock.
It made me so hot. I began to pick up speed. Pounding my
prick into her face. Her nose bending against my belly as
I fucked her throat hard and fast. All fight gone now as
she lay limply accepting my penis. Finally it was time. I
pressed hard against her, bending back her neck as I strove
to get every millimeter of my dick in her mouth and down
her throat. I began to spurt. What seemed like gallons
pouring out of my cock and into her stomache. Once again
she began to struggle for air as I blocked her passage with
my cumm and cock. I pulled back, letting the last of my
cumm dribble onto her tongue. Truly a great beginning.
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