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Edi is prickling with pool water in her one piece. It’s hot, but fresh out of the water she still feels a little cold. Goosebumps run up and down her arms and along her legs under the towel around her waist. She’s looking for her phone in her bag, worried it’s been stolen or misplaced, so she’s come off the crowded walkway in the waterpark. She’s standing at a forgotten plastic picnic table snaking half behind some staff buildings.
“You okay?” A man calls.
Edi lifts her head, braid sticking slick down her neck. “Yeah, all good.” She replies, bag on the table as she rifles through it. She’s not keen to talk to a stranger, years of high school warnings ringing around her head, and she wishes Sam had come with her, but the guy looks like a suburban Dad. Forties, kind of pudgy, man bun. He’s probably harmless.
He drops down to the ground near the table as she digs in her bags and coming up, asks;
“Is this what you dropped?”
Edi lifts her head and—
She stiffens.
What is that?
Her brain seems to turn off the longer she looks at it, shoulders slackening, bag totally forgotten. If she could think more clearly she might describe it like a kids toy. It whirrs with a blur of colours in the same way a really plastic toy might.
Edi blinks, groggier by the second, at the toy.
“Come with me, Sweetie,” the man grips her arm. “Bring your bag.”
The man tucks the plastic in the pocket of his cargo pants, but Edi’s mind doesn’t turn back on. She feels dizzy. Her body starts to move without her. She picks up her bag, holding it limply by her side and let’s the man lead her back behind the service buildings.
He unlocks an old shed filled with some kind of pool equipment.
“In you get Sweetie,” he nudges the small of her back.
She steps in without thinking.
There’s a thatched window letting in sunlight but with very low visibility along the wall near the roof on the far side. Otherwise the shed is a single room. There’s a shelf along one wall with chemicals, pool machinery humming softly on the other side and, in the centre of the floor, is a beat up single mattress.
The man locks the door behind them.
Edi is aware of that and, deep inside her gut, she knows she shouldn’t be doing this. But the thought doesn’t break close enough to the surface. She feels like a doll, like plastic. She can’t move, she can’t think, she can just blink and stand.
“Let’s get rid of this.” The man takes her bag off her arm and puts it away out of reach. She doesn’t pay attention to where it goes really. She just stands there, practically drooling with how dumb she feels. “There we go,” the man smiles at her, turning her around to face him. “Now…”
He grins, like a teenage boy, easing her shoulder straps down her arms and sliding her one piece down her chest.
Move, something deep in her urges, move!
But the thought gets lost in statics and she just stands there, blinking dumbly, as he exposes her half damp breasts.
“Oh, fuck yeah…” He laughs. “These are nice. You’re cute.”
He cups her tits.
And Edi wants to move.
She—
This isn’t right.
But nothing happens.
She just stands there.
He squeezes them. Testing their weight in his hands, pushing them together and bouncing them gently. His grin is settled, comfortable and confident. Like he knows she can’t do anything.
“Pretty, pretty, tits…” He rumbles, leaning down to kiss them.
She stands there, heart thrumming in her chest.
She’s had one boyfriend.
This guy has to be as old as her Dad and he’s sucking her nipples.
She feels so dizzy, and every time she tries to make herself move she just feels sicker.
Glancing up the man seems to catch something in her eyes.
“It’s okay Sweetie,” he grins, flicking her hardening nipple. “You’ll feel better if you just relax. Just let it happen. It’s all okay.”
Her shoulders ease again, against her permission and her brain fluffs.
He sucks her nipple, nibbling it.
“Oh yeah,” he moans. “Best money I ever spent…”
His hands are back on her waist, gripping her one-piece and Edi realizes he’s tugging it all the way down.
Move, move--!
He tugs it down her legs, leaving the spandex limp around her ankles.
“Oh, bare pussy,” he purrs, crouching in front of her.
One hand grips her hip while the other slips between her thighs to trace the seam of her cunt lips. She tries, stupidly, to break free of whatever’s eating her brain, but that makes her feel like she wants to vomit.
His hand curls a little index finger starting slip into her and—
Her hand jerks down, grabbing his wrist.
“Now, now, Sweetie.” He pulls his hand free of her grip. “None of that.”
She grips her temple, trying to fight through the molasses but he just—
The toy is back.
She gawks at it, lips falling open.
“There we go,” he coaxes, “back down. Deep, deep, down…”
Her brain turns off more reserve faculties.
“Just let go,” he holds it steady, “you’re not even here. Just relax.”
He holds the toy for her in one hand, while the other slips back between her legs. He slides his index finger into her and she doesn’t resist this time, just stands perfectly still. He pumps the finger inside her cunt shallowly, curling and thrusting.
The toy, the lights…
She falls deeper and deeper…
No thoughts…
No…
“That’s much better,” he appraises, two fingers inside her as he tucks the toy away. “Good girl.”
Pulling his fingers out of her, he wipes them on his shorts and stands straight again.
Edi blinks groggily.
“Come lie down, Princess.” He grips her shoulder, directing her to the ratty mattress on the floor.
She follows the press of his hand instinctively.
His words ring out in her head, like commands, and sitting on the mattress she sprawls back. She’s still slick from the pool. Her hair smells like chlorine, puffy with fly-aways, and as her naked skin hits the mattress the water makes the dust stick to her back.
The man spreads her legs and sits between them.
Moving languidly, he does two things.
First, he pulls his cock out of his pants and starts stroking it up and down her slit.
Secondly, he pulls his phone out.
And, slowly, Edi realizes he’s recording.
“Okay Sweetie,” he coaches, slapping his fat cock against her pussy. “Tell the camera your name, how old you are, and that you love cock.” He grins, sounding like he might laugh.
Edi fumbles, lips working around the lump of goo in her throat.
Is she afraid?
Turned on?
She doesn’t know what she is.
She can’t think.
“My name is Edi,” she replies automatically, mouth moving on its own. “I’m eighteen and I love cock.”
She’s not in control of her body anymore.
She’s not in control of anything.
The man laughs, “that’s a good girl. You want me to fuck you.” He tells her, and the command is subtle but--
“I want you to fuck me,” Edi’s mouth supplies brainlessly.
“Yeah, of course you do,” he angles the camera down between her legs. “You fucked a guy before Princess?”
She’s fairly sure he wasn’t even paying attention to her name.
“Just one,” she replies.
“Oh, you’re gonna be so tight,” he laughs, lining himself up. “Tight barely legal pussy…”
Shifting on his knees he starts, slowly, to thrust into her.
She bunches her eyes shut, but in no other way will her body let her resist.
She’s totally helpless.
All she can do is lie still as this strange man pushes his cock inside her.
He’s not even wearing a condom.
“Oh yeah, yeah…” He moans, using her body like a flesh-light.
He’s moving so slowly, really enjoying himself. He knows, she can tell, that she won’t push him off or fight him away. He knows she can’t do anything but give into him.
What surprises her isn’t that.
It’s how wet her pussy is.
She pants, sprawled back, as he starts to fuck her.
In, out…
She closes her eyes but that makes it all too clear to her, every motion hyperclear.
In, out…
She opens her eyes to blink at the grotty ceiling, but that doesn’t help either.
In, out…
Glancing, panting weakly, she watches as he tilts his phone to get a better angle of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
In, out…
She slumps her head back.
In, out…
She can’t do anything.
In, out…
So she gives up.
In, out…
Moaning softly, she closes her eyes and, feebly, let’s herself enjoy it.
“That’s it, Sweetie,” he flicks her nipple absently. “Now you’re getting it.”
She’s not sure how long it takes, it feels like forever.
She’s floating, cunt wet around him, as he takes advantage of her complete submission to totally claim her body.
But, eventually, grunting like a pig, he grips her hips and she feels the unfamiliar sensation of a man flooding her cunt with cum.
Laughing breathlessly he pulls back, very slowly, and angles his phone camera with one hand while the fingers of his other hand hold her open so he can get footage of his cum dripping sluggishly out of her.
“Now then,” he murmurs, turning the phone off.
Edi pants, but she feels clearer suddenly, maybe—
He holds the toy over her face and her brain screeches to a halt.
“One more time, Princess.” He coaxes. “Brain off, that’s better. No thinking. We like pretty blonde girls better when they don’t think.”
All her sentience slides back away easier this time.
“There we go, good…” he rubs her stomach like she’s a little kid. “Okay, now, listen to me.”
She blinks, dazedly, at the whirring toy.
“You’re going to stay here for ten, fifteen minutes.” He tells her. “You’re going to give my cum a chance to settle in those pretty girl guts and let me get out of here.”
He puts the toy away, but he keeps talking, rubbing her tits lazily.
“You’re not going to report this. And, if anyone asks you about it, you’re going to tell them it was consensual, and you loved it. Okay?”
Edi is limp on the mattress.
“What’re you doing to do, Princess?” He coaxes.
“I’m going to wait here, till you’re long gone,” Edi’s mouth supplies. “And then I’m not going to tell anyone what happened.”
“And what happened?” He presses.
“We had consensual sex, and I loved it.” She repeats.
“Good girl,” he pats her tit, standing up. “I’d get your phone number, so I can text you when I post the video but, well…” He laughs, tucking his cock back into his pants.