Brittany was excited about her project as she left her English class. She really enjoyed Dickens, and was delighted when the teacher approved her idea of writing a modern-day short story in a Dickensian style. She practically drifted to the bus stop, her mind rapt by certain passages she wanted to use.

While waiting for the bus, she was distracted from her ideas by a a man in a car who'd pulled up to the bus stop. He was looking over all the students at the stop, and his eyes finally lighted on her. The car was a beat-up Civic, the man was shaggy and in his late twenties. He called out to her, "Need a ride?"

She was about to say no, then reconsidered. The bus took a lot of stops before it got to hers, and even then she'd have to walk. If she took the ride, she'd get home faster and get to her report sooner. Safety wasn't really an issue, she reasoned, since the man was so obvious and public that he would get caught immediately if he was up to anything strange.

"Sure."

She climbed in and buckled up. He looked her over once, then hit the road. She started feeling creepy - maybe it wasn't a good idea to get in the car. The man, dressed in a heavy metal T-shirt and torn jeans, looked a her over one more time, clearly lingering on her breasts. She pulled her backpack close to cover them.

"We need to make a stop first, okay?"

She stayed silent. They pulled up to a cheap motel, and the man told Brittany to stay in the car. While he was gone she grew worried, and decided not to go with the man, but when he returned, she still hadn't pieced together a diplomatic way of turning the man down.

"I just got a room. Let's go in - I'd like to talk with you a little bit."

She agreed, a little annoyed, since she needed to get home. When they entered, the man immediately sat on the bed, watching her, and smiled. "Close the door. What's your name?"

Brittany closed the door, growing a little nervous. She smiled tightly and said quietly, "I'm Brittany."

"Brittany, I'm Tom. You're awfully cute. Why don't you dance for me, Brittany?"

She was stunned, and about to refuse, when she found herself just doing what he'd said. Her hips rolled sexily, her shouldered pushed back to perk up her breasts. She danced for him, and he was obviously turned on by it. A lump formed in his jeans. She wanted to run.

"I'm going to stop now." She spoke decisively, but still felt like she was asking permission.

He still watched, smiling, eyes lecherously alight. "Go ahead, Brittany. Stop. Or, if you want to keep dancing, why don't you take off your shirt?"

She continue dancing, swaying erotically, spreading her legs wide. She let down her hair and licked her lips at him. Then, she took off her shirt and tossed it to the corner of the room. What was she doing? She couldn't stop herself. She felt like she was completely out of control.

"Nice tits, Brittany. Why don't you turn around and lose the jeans too?"

And she did. She turned away from him, letting her ass twist and grind for his pleasure, took off her socks and shoes, and slowly pulled off her jeans. She felt goosebumps of fear and cold on her legs as she stepped out of her pants.

Her voice shivering, she finally asked him, "What's going on? I want to leave. Stop making me dance or I'll scream."

"Look, honey. You're not going to scream. You're going to strip. You may be some bright college track schoolgirl, but tonight you're my toy doll. Turn around and rub yourself while you dance."

Tom was right - she was just his toy. She teased him, wiggled her ass slowly in his face, rubbed her fingertips down her thighs, massaged her breasts, and blew him kisses. It was like some crazy dream, but all too real. She finally mounted his lap, legs spread over him, arms high in the air, breasts in his face.

"Lose the bra. Yeah, let me see your tits."

She pressed her ass cheeks against his erection, her panties bunching up into her crack of her ass as she rubbed herself against his jeans. She arched her back, unclasped her bra, and let it slide down her arms. He eyed her pert breasts admiringly. She fought off the growing heat of arousal, but was still totally powerless. Her hips bucked against his jeans. She closed her eyes tight, praying for some way to escape.

"Lie on the floor and frig yourself, Brittany."

She couldn't help it. She rolled off of him, eyes still shut tight, and lay on the ground. She spread her legs wide and pushed her body up, sliding off her panties. She was now completely naked in front of this man she'd never met before, and she was powerless. She steeled her will, pushed her concentration to its limit, but it did not even slow her fingertips as they slowly rode back up her thighs, finally spreading her labia. She imagined herself in power, she mentally rebuked any fear of him, but her other hand still roamed onto her clit and began rubbing. Worst of all, she had never felt so horny in her entire life.

Brittany's vulva was growing slick with arousal, but she was confused and bewildered. She didn't kid herself about what was going to happen next. Obviously, this guy was some pervert who liked to do it with teenagers. She knew nothing else about him, really - he didn't seem very educated, and he certainly wasn't very handsome. It was not the way she'd imagined losing her virginity. She just wanted to go home, she thought to herself uselessly as she felt herself push her finger up into her vagina, gasping with pleasure.

Click.

She opened her eyes in surprise to find him taking her picture. She desperateky scrambled to cover herself, but found instead she only spread herself wider, exposing her entire genitalia to him. He took another picture. Then, just as she felt the waves of heat mounting towards an orgasm, her hands strayed away, and she tucked her knees close to her chest, her vulva and ass exposed to the camera from an entirely new angle. He took another picture. She continued to change poses for him, highlighting her hips, her genitals, her breasts, even her asshole as she continued to change poses. What was he going to do with those photographs?

"Alright. Enough pictures. Come suck my dick."

He unzipped his pants and dropped them as she knelt in front of him. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Immediately Brittany took his penis into her mouth. She felt like she was going to gag as she pushed it all the way down her throat, but she kept bobbing.

"Stop for a second, Brittany. I want to tell you something."

She stopped, his prick buried deep in her throat.

"Brittany, you're definitely smarter than I am. You're prettier too. Your family's probably richer. Hell, you are probably in every way better than I am. But you know what? I'm gunna fuck you up the ass, and the only thing you'll be able to do is twitch and moan. You know why? Because I've got the fuckin' power to make you do whatever I want."

She leaned back, her body still totally beyond her control, and turned around, exposing her ass to him.

"Don't do this," She warned him.

He touched her anus. His finger was warm and covered with some kind of lubricant. "Why not?"

She found herself breathing heavily with fear and unwilling arousal as she struggled to put together a response. Threats of reprisal would be useless, she knew. So would pleas for mercy.

"Because you'd do better to pick up an older woman. And you could get more pleasure out of using your power to help people, anyway."

He chuckled as he pushed his finger into her asshole. She clenched tight reflexively. "I am helping people. You're going to cum like crazy."

"I... I don't want to." She was breathing heavy. His finger up her ass felt uncomfortable, but she couldn't deny it was making her even hornier. She wished he'd asked her, instead of forcing her, so she could enjoy this.

"Tough." Tom laughed as he pushed his finger all the way up her asshole, twisting and prodding. Brittany bucked against his hand, lost in the pleasure. She felt incredibly guilty and confused as she threw her head back in orgasm, but could do nothing but grunt as he pushed further, then pulled his finger out. She was desperate and frightened, and had no idea what she wanted.

Then, he pulled back, and thrust his cock up her ass. It hurt like hell, and she felt tender and tiny and powerless, unable to move of her own will. His thrust brought a thrill of pain through her, and she had another orgasm despite everything. Her body bucked against him, and she was moaning and grunting with lust quite totally beyond her control. She came three more times before he finally shot his load into her. He twitched and convulsed, his body pushed all the way into her, as his semen shot off inside her ass in thick bursts. She kept still as he pulled out, wiped his dick off on her hair, and got up to take a shower.