You are sitting in the passenger seat of my car and almost bouncing with excitement. You’ve promised me a surprise, and we’re parked along a busy street as per your directions. I’m not seeing how we can have even a little fun here with all the people around, especially with a couple of cops hanging out nearby.

“There she is!” you squeal all of a sudden. I look at your face, which has lit up and then I follow your gaze across the street to a small cafe where a cute girl is bringing some drinks to an older couple sitting at one of the outdoor tables. Now I see what your surprise has been.

I stare at her as she drops off the order and makes her way back inside. She has dyed a pixie cut of pink hair that probably started out as blonde as there are no dark roots that stand out. She’s dressed plainly in just a denim skirt, sensible shoes, and a loose blouse that is probably a size too large for her. While the clothing doesn’t fit in a way to tell for sure, it seems she has nice hips, a good ass, and quite large breasts.

“Have you met her, yet?” I ask you, trying to figure out where exactly this is going in your mind.

“Only some quick hellos, daddy. I think she likes me.” You giggle a little at that.

We’re visiting this small seaside town on our way up the coast. We’ve been here for almost a week and you’ve been exploring the area while I work during the day. Tonight is the last night we plan to be here, and that’s not much time for what I think you want, but it should be possible.

We head back to the small bungalow we’re renting and open up our bag of toys. You eagerly detail for me how you plan for this to work and I have to admit that you plan is pretty good. We begin getting ready.

You tell me that in your brief conversations you’ve learned that her name is Abby and she just moved to town for school from a very conservative household a couple of states away. She doesn’t really know anyone, and was eager to make a new friend in you.

Later that evening, you arrange to ‘bump into’ the girl as she leaves work. You chat for a bit, casually touching her arm when you can and speaking softly so the two of you have to lean into each other. You invite her back to the house to watch a movie.

Your evening begins innocently enough. The two of you talking and eating some snacks together. You explain that your dad is out for the evening and won’t be back for a while, when in reality I’m lurking in a nearby closet. We put a chair in there, so i’m relatively comfortable aside from the erection I have anticipating what we will be doing soon.

You tell her you want to play a game. You take a nearby scarf and blindfold her. She’s nervous at first, but relaxes as you soothe her by stroking her arms and talking to her gently. You take a piece of fruit from the snack tray and touch it to her lips and tell her she needs to guess what it is. She correctly guesses a grape.

The next one is a small pretzel.

Then a slice of orange.

You tell her the next item will be a little larger, and to open her mouth more. She does so, and you reach under the cushion you’re on and pull out a pink ball gag. You bring the ball to her lips and hold it there with one hand. Her tongue reaches out to probe at the object, and her brow furrows in slight confusion. Before she has a chance to question what is happening, you quickly clasp the fastener around the back of her head and tighten it with practiced speed.

My cue was to come out was hearing you tell her to open her mouth, so I’ve slipped out of the closet and I grab her arms at nearly the same time, preventing her from struggling. I twist her arms until she rotates off the couch and falls face-first on the floor. While I’ve done that, you produce 4 fur-lined cuffs and work to affix them to her wrists and ankles before she can recover. Once the cuffs are in place, I assist you with using the in-built clasps to link the wrists behind her back and the ankles to each other.

We both take a beat to admire our work. Abby is prone and in a bit of shock, but is starting to test her bonds. Her panic becomes a real struggle, and she begins to have trouble breathing. You start stroking her hair and whispering to her to stay calm and that nobody wants to hurt her.

I leave the room as you continue, heading to the bedroom where things will continue shortly.

It takes you a few minutes to settle her down, and when you do you call me back in. She twitches a little when she hears this, but you reassure her again. I lift her up and with my carrying her and you nuzzling her face we get her to the bed without incident.

Abby, at this point, seems resigned to her fate. Laying on her back atop her arms, she doesn’t even seem surprised or shocked when you reach under her skirt to remove her panties, pulling them down far enough to use some scissors to cut them away.

With a little coaxing, get her her ankle cuffs re-attached to some cables we have attached to each corner of the foot of the bed, making her skirt ride up as her thighs are forced apart. You and I both admire her pussy and the sparse pubic hair above it. Neither of us miss the slight sheen of moisture on her lips.

I begin to remove my clothes as you climb onto the bed, shifting her so that her hed rests in your lap and you can place a pillow under her to make her arms more comfortable. You begin to whisper to her again that she’s so lucky, because nobody rapes as good as your dad.

I climb up onto the bed and grab her hips with my hands. You keep telling her not to fight and if she’s good, then I’ll only rape her once. As I start rubbing my cockhead up and down her slit, you and I make eye contact and we hold each other’s gaze as I begin to penetrate our victim.

I lean forward slightly. We kiss softly as I begin to rape this young girl, both of us listening to her grunts and moans.