Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Subject: Uncle Micky - Tilly Has A Bad Day
Codes: Rape, M/g, g solo, g 1st
Summary: Text version - On a nice morning in May, Tilly becomes the
target of a nefarious molester.  She has a pretty bad day.  This is a
repost and slight alteration of A Bad Day For Tilly.  I am posting anew
because in a week I should be posting a sequel, "Tilly's Promise" posted.
Enjoy!

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   !!!WARNING!!!!

   This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic
depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as rape,
incest, adultery, and sodomy.  It is distributed on a website clearly
identified as "For Adults Only".  Possession by a minor is strictly
forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such
material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

   (Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial
assistance)

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   Tilly Has A Bad Day Updated: May 19, 2017 by: Uncle Micky
<UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com>

   During my three years living in Florida, I only "worked" one of those
years.  The opportunity to make money on the dark side, became too tempting
for me to pass up.  Regardless, this story, which involves Tilly, started
with me taking a few days of R&R over on the other coast, where I rented a
beach cottage for the week.  I took my Jeep and trailered my little 250cc
Honda bike along with me.  The cottage was isolated from the tourist area
and like the ad claimed, it provided "privacy and solitude." There were two
nice bedrooms, each with a bathroom; a kitchen/dinette, living and dining
rooms, as well as a back porch with a view of the beach!.

   On Mother's Day, I rode my little Honda into town to do some people
watching and scope out the situation in general.  I was wandering through
the touristy area of town when I came upon a familiar restaurant from back
home.  They make the best Sangria and I decided that was just what I
needed. I went in and got a table in the bar section, which overlooked the
dinner waiting area.  The place was packed with Mother's Day families,
which provided a wide assortment of eye candy to enjoy along with the wine.

   Shortly, in walked three generations of women.  All were very
attractive; but, the youngest just screamed out for attention!  She was no
more than four foot eight, and had a soft, slender, tanned body that made
me gawk.  She wore a colorful, frilly dress, a floppy hat and big
sunglasses.  She was dressed up as a much older girl and obviously enjoyed
every moment of looking so grown up.  She strutted, posed, and made sure to
look around to see if anyone was watching.  In all truthfulness, she was
stunning.  Her limbs were delicate and her face had an angelic look that
was way too mature for what turned out to be an eleven-year-old girl.  She
had light brown shoulder-length hair that, in the sunlight, almost appeared
to be blonde.  Her tresses had a natural curl to them; she looked like a
future fashion model and she seemed to understand that she had what was
needed for such a career.  What really attracted my attention though was
the look of her lips; they had a light pink coloring with some sort of
gloss, which made them appear moist in blossoming sexuality.  I knew where
those lips belonged.  My mind screamed out one thing ...  I want to be her
first!

   I waited until they were seated; then I ordered some appetizers for
myself.  When I saw they were finishing their meal, I paid up and went
outside to wait.  They eventually exited.  When I determined they were
going to the parking garage, I quickly got the bike and waited outside the
garage exit.  I spotted them easily enough and the track was on; tourists
or townies?  This was quickly answered by their turn down a residential
road, another turn on a smaller road, and then they were home.  The
neighborhood was an older one with houses spaced reasonably apart and
plenty of old foliage.  They went inside and soon "hubby" came out with the
granny and took her home.  I scouted around a bit and liked what I saw. 
Eventually, mom came out and placed their garbage by the curb.

   I returned to my rental cottage to formulate my plans.  I noticed that
the house across the street, one lot down, was for sale and empty.  It
would be the perfect spot for observation.  The next morning, before
sunrise, I parked on the cross street, away from the empty house, walked
the block and into the backyard.  Sure as shit, the back sliding door was
unlocked; fucking realtors!  Over at my girl's house, the lights came on at
5:30am, dad was out the door at 6:15, and she came out by herself with a
nice size backpack at 6:20.  She walked to the end of the driveway, turned
left and walked the 100 yards or so to the corner and was soon joined by
other kids waiting for the bus.  Mom was nowhere to be seen.  Before
leaving, I stopped and threw their garbage bags into the jeep for a later
inspection.  I discovered that the family name was Battista, Henry and
Tina; along with their daughter, Matilda.  I repeated my observations the
next two mornings, and the pattern was confirmed.  I made sure to get some
pictures and close-up videos of little Matilda.
That afternoon I stopped at the local Goodwill, bought some old ties, a
few t-shirts, black sweats and some bed sheets and linen.  Whenever I
travelled, I always packed some equipment with me so I could take advantage
of just such a situation if it presented itself.  The gas, plastic snap
ties, duct tape, the stun gun, old rope and, of course several video

cameras.

   I set up the second room at my cottage so that the windows were covered
with old bed sheets, with no identifying items visible, and a living room
wingback chair was placed along one wall, which would be shifted against
the door when the fun started.  I made contact with my usual clients and
the bidding began.  I ended up securing twenty grand for the exclusive
pictures and videos; no reason not to make a profit while on vacation.

   The plan for the next morning was a relatively simple one.  At 6:15am it
would still be dark enough to go about my business unnoticed.  I would hide
in the bushes along the driveway before dad left, and make my move before
Matilda got to the street.  The Jeep would be left unlocked, facing out, in
the empty house's driveway.  I figured on a quick stun, a catch before she
hit the ground, and then a rapid walk to the jeep.  She would be placed
into the passenger seat well, before I pulled away.  I estimated sixty
seconds tops from first move to pulling away.  Previously, I found and
scouted an abandoned alleyway, about a mile away from her house.  There I
would firmly secure my passenger, check for a cell phone and make sure it
was properly disposed of.

   I was ready.

   Wednesday morning I put on the black sweats and headed out.  The street
was dark and quiet when I arrived at 6:00 am.  I parked in the driveway
facing out, took the stun gun and made my way over to the bushes along the
drive.  On schedule, dad came out, got in his car and left.  Five minutes
later, out Tilly came.  She reached the driveway, turned to head to the
sidewalk, passed by me and, when she took one more step, I quietly rose
from my hiding.  She took two more steps and I was at her left, rear side.
The stun gun contacted just as she sensed someone was next to her; but, it
was too late.  With the muffled crackle of electricity, she rose up a bit;
her mouth opened in a silent yell, my free hand covered her mouth, my other
arm cradled her and picked her up at the same time.  Her weight was awkward
because of the backpack.  I had to shift her around to my front in order to
securely carry her.  I made it to the end of the driveway bushes and
scanned the street: no one was around; all was nice and quiet.  Within
seconds she was in the passenger well of the jeep.  I quietly closed the
door, made my way to the driver's side, took one last look around, pulled
out of the driveway and away from the bus stop at the corner.

   She was starting to stir a bit so I reached over, pushed down on her
backpack and said "Don't move one fucking inch or make a single sound." She
complied and shortly we were pulling into the alleyway.  I went to the
passenger side and opened the door.  I gave her another shot of the stun
gun, grabbed one of the old ties and used it as both a gag and blindfold. I
removed her backpack, zip-tied her arms behind her back and then secured
her ankles with another zip-tie.  I checked her clothing and the backpack
for a cell phone and, sure enough, there was one in a pocket of the
backpack.  I took the battery out of the phone, placed it, and the phone,
into a small lead-lined box that I built just for this purpose.  Inside the
box was a battery-powered cell phone signal disrupter which would make it
impossible to trace.  I went back around to the driver's side, got in and
pulled away heading for the cottage.  Her school bus wouldn't have even
arrived yet and I was heading for the bridge over to the beaches area.

   The sun was just rising when I backed into the cottage carport.  More
than likely attendance hadn't even been taken at school yet.  The cottage
was shielded from casual view and not very visible to anyone.  I moved her
through the back door.  She was so small I was able to carry both her and
the backpack in one trip.  I headed straight to the guest room and flung
her on the bed.  I placed the back pack by the chair.  I sat down and had a
drink of water, while I let the adrenaline rush deescalate and my systems
got back to a normal level.  She was wearing black saddle shoes, white over
the calf socks/stockings, a grey pleated skirt, a white button up blouse
and a blue blazer.  Her hair hung loosely and flowed down past her neck.

   She was starting to strain at her bindings and I decided to change the
zip-ties to the cloth ties I had bought.  I secured her wrists and ankles
and put her on her back with her head deep between two pillows.  She was,
as expected, not at all happy with her situation.  She tried pulling and
twisting her limbs; but, the knots were secure and she was not that strong
anyway.  Occasionally, she would try to talk through the gag or scream for
help; but, I knew that she couldn't be heard, even in the next room.  There
was nothing of interest in her backpack so I just put it in the closet.  I
went to the kitchen, got a cup of coffee and turned on the TV; there was
nothing of interest or alarm on any of the morning news shows.

   As I returned to the guest room, I stopped to take a leak and then went
back to my guest.  I crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her.  I
placed my hand on her stomach and began to run it up and down her abdomen
slowly and softly.  She jerked and tried to pull away, but she had nowhere
to go.  I extended my reach up to her chest and down to her crotch.  I slid
my hand under the blazer and worked my way up her chest.  Yes, yes, yes! 
There they were: two tiny tits.  They were small, but developing and just
the cloth-covered feel of them was exciting.  It was difficult to feel
anything specific outside of her skirt, so I made a slow journey under and
up her skirt.  Her thighs were smooth to the touch, firm and yet soft; I
kept my hand on her thighs, most of the time, so as not to get too excited
too early.

   She tried to roll away, but I cupped her waist with my arm and returned
her to her back.  She tried screaming, to no avail.  She tried to yell at
me to leave her alone to which I quietly laughed in her ear all the while
caressing her delightful young body.  She tried to roll away again.  I let
her roll, but cupped inside her near thigh from behind and brought her back
to me on her stomach.  I reached down under her crotch and propped her ass
up in the air; she had on grey cloth panties with a French cut design. 
They had a white elastic band around the top.  They fit her snuggly and
appeared as a second skin.  I caressed her ass and the lower insides of her
thighs.  Her face was down in between the pillows and her muffled yells
were turning into sobs.  I continued, but began to concentrate on her ass
and that special spot between her thighs.  Her skirt had worked its way up
around her waist and she tried to pull it back down by moving her ass up
and around.  This back and forth and turning action went on for twenty
minutes or so.  She was putting up some good resistance; but, she was
starting to weaken.  A couple of extra jolts from the stun gun didn't hurt
either.

   The sobbing continued as she lay face down on the bed but soon she began
to slow down.  I decided to ease up a bit.  I kept my palm placed between
her thighs cupping her crotch.  I slowly worked my fingers around her pussy
and pressed my thumb along her ass.  By keeping my hand there I forced her
to accept being in a position of submission.  Eventually it became time to
have a talk.

   I turned her over on her back, leaned in and said, "OK, now calm down.
Listen to me, do as I tell you and you'll be back home in time for dinner,
you understand?"

   She didn't respond, she laid here and quietly sobbed.

   I turned her head away from me and began to loosen up the tie covering
her face.  I leaned in with my mouth right behind her ear and repeated what
I had said.  I made sure the gag was loose enough for her to talk.

   This time she started to yell, "Who are you?  What are you doin ..."
That was as far as she got as I tightly closed off the gag.

   I repeated, "Do as I tell you, do you understand?" with some extra
pressure on the gag.  "Do you? ...  just nod your head."

   This time she nodded her head.  The sobbing had also stopped.  I reached
over for my libre mask, put it on and unloosened the gag once again.

   She quietly asked "Who are you ...  what do you want?"

   "I'm an old family friend whom you've never met.  I've been watching you
for some time now and thought this would be the perfect time for us to get
to know each other." I began to take the gag/blindfold off her as I talked.
"Your mother and I were once very good friends.  We used to have a lot of
fun together ...  I figured you and I could have some fun too ...  see if
you're as good as mommy.  Now, listen closely ...  I have some friends from
far away who would like to meet you ...  would you like to meet them? ...
C'mon, would you like me to send you to South America where my friends will
keep you as a sex slave for the rest of your life?  Answer me ...  do you
want that?"

   "No, I don't want that"

   "Then you'll have to do everything I tell you to do.  You'll have to
obey or so help me, I swear, you'll never see home or your family again. 
Do you want to go home?"

   "Yes, please let me go home!  I'll be good and won't tell anyone, I
swear ...  let me go home!"

   "You'll go home when we're through and, if you obey ...  do you
understand?"

   "Yes, just let me go home!"

   "Are you ready to do what I tell you?"

   "Yes."

   "Tell me your name."

   "Tilly Mariletta Battista."

   "Tilly?"

   "Oh, everyone calls me Tilly, my real name is Matilda."

   "Your father's name?"

   "Henry."

   "Are you afraid?"

   "Yes I am."

   "You better be very afraid.  Are you going to do as you're told?"

   "Yes I am."

   "Will you go home tonight, if you're a good girl and do as you're told?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you want me to untie you?"

   "Yes."

   "Are you going to behave yourself?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you know what happens if you misbehave?"

   "Yes."

   "Tell me."

   "You said you would send me to South America to become someone's slave."

   "That's right, don't forget that.  Who is in charge?"

   "You are."

   "Now, listen closely, we're going to make a couple of videos.  Do you
know what a porno is?"

   "Yes, it's a dirty movie or magazine."

   "Well, we're going to make a couple of pornos and you're going to be the
star.  How bad or dirty they get will be up to you.  If you give me any
trouble I'll make sure that everyone at your school gets to see them along
with everyone in town.  Do you want that?"

   "No, not everyone at school!  Please, don't make me do any movies ..."

   "Who is in charge?"

   "You are ..."

   "Do you want to get home today?"

   "Yes."

   "Then guess what you're going to do?"

   (Nothing)

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Be in a porno movie?"

   "That's right, now you better listen closely and do as I say,
understand?"

   "Yes."

   I repeated this routine a couple more times to make sure it sunk in
properly.

   Eventually, she seemed resigned to her situation so I untied her and
asked if she needed the bathroom or was thirsty.  She wanted something to
drink so I gave her a few drinks from a wine cooler.  I got up from the bed
and she stayed still.  I set up the video cameras around the room and
prepared the chair for this portion of the day's fun.

   Once I was ready, I picked her up off the bed and placed her in the
chair.  I made her finish the wine cooler and got another ready for her. 
What follows is the edited version of what appeared in the first video shot
that day.  The spaces indicate where I edited out my questions or comments
to her.

   "My name is Tilly and I'm eleven years old ...  I go to Sand Dollar
Elementary School and I'm in the sixth grade ...  my favorite man teacher
is Mr.  Fletcher ...  I like to shop, dress up in pretty clothes ...  I run
on the track team ...  No, I don't have a boyfriend ...  my mom says I'm
too young, I have to wait until high school ...  I kissed one boy from
school last year ...  that's all, we did hold hands but nothing more ... 
Yes, I hear that a lot of boys like me ...  sometimes they try and look up
my dress, but I don't let them ...  Yes, I've seen older boys and men
looking at me, especially at the beach ...  I wear a bikini at the beach
... I don't know if it's sexy, I think it's cute ...  well yes, I look cute
in it ...  no, I don't show off my body when I'm at the beach ...  well,
maybe not never, ever, sometimes a little bit ...

   At this point, I had her stand and take off her skirt and unbutton her
blouse.  She had a grey cloth bra that matched her panties; it was sort of
like a sports bra.  I had her turn and spin around a couple of times, and
then told her to turn her back to me and take off her blouse while looking
over her shoulder.  Once she dropped her shirt, she became a sight of
genuine beauty.  Her hair flowed past her shoulders, her back narrowed to
her waist and then gently spread out through her hips and finely sculpted
ass; her legs were slightly apart, with a wonderful gap between her thighs.
She still had her white stockings and shoes on so she was the perfect
vision of a sexy, young schoolgirl.  I had her arch her back a bit and rise
up on her toes: the sight was angelic!  I had her turn around and sit back
down on the front edge of the chair.

   "OK, Tilly, you're doing wonderful ...  now slowly take your bra off."
She did as told and immediately covered her tits by folding her arms.  I
told her to lower her arms, very slowly and reluctantly she lowered her
arms exposing two delightful miniature tits topped with nickel-sized pink
areola and pretty little pink nipples.  Of interest: the nipples were
erect!

   I told her to move to the bed and to sit up against the pillows.  I
asked her if she ever played with herself.

   "Sometimes, usually at night when I go to bed ...  I think of the Jonas
Brothers, or one of the older boys ...  sometimes Mr.  Foster ...  I
usually start by rubbing my breasts ...  well, I start by running my finger
tips around them ...  I squeeze them and then pinch them ...  "

   She began to play with her little titties and appeared to get somewhat
excited.  She lay back a bit on the pillows, her head pulled back slightly,
her eyes half shut, she was no longer talking but rather giving her nipples
a lot of attention.  She continued for a minute or so, sat back up, looked
at me with the camera, and slowly worked her hands off of her tits and
downward to her panties.

   "Do you want me to keep going? ...  I like to hold myself with my hand
...  yeah, I know it's called a pussy ...  I rub my palm over and up and
down my pussy ...  then I just get one finger and keep playing with it."

   She proceeded to rub the palm of her hand around and up and down on her
crotch.  I told her to keep looking at the camera; the visual she was
creating was wonderfully exciting.

   "Now, the panties, take them off." She hesitated for only second, then
amazingly, she smiled, lied back on the bed, slowly lifted her ass and
pulled her panties down over her thighs.  She removed each leg one at a
time, all the while eying the camera.  All I could think was `My lord! 
She's a natural!  She knows what to do without instruction.' She started to
take off the stockings, but, I told her to keep them on

   Tilly was on her back; head on a pillow with her legs pulled up and
spread.  She was rubbing her soft, puffy pussy with her right hand and
playing with her tits with her left.  She looked to the camera but her eyes
tended to close and, if they were open they had a sort of glassy look
without focus.  Her hips began to move in rhythm with her hand and she
began to let out sweet little "oohs" every time she exhaled.  Soon her
breathing became rapid and her hips began to do the work of her hand.  She
was keeping her fingertips on her clit and not once did a finger enter her
cunt.  She did run a finger along her slit but always maintained contact
with her clit.

   She had the prettiest little mound of a pussy.  It was as plump and soft
looking a muffin that anyone could imagine.  The few wisps of pubic hair
were the same light brown color as her hair.  I was having real trouble
keeping control of myself; she was an angelic sight!  As if on cue, she
looked up at me, not the camera, as her orgasm began to roll in.  Her hips
lifted, shivered, fell and ground into her hand as she breathed out three
rapid "aaaahs." After the shivering subsided, she nestled down into the bed
covers and rolled onto her side into a fetal position.  I circled around to
zoom in on her pussy as it leaked a small amount of cunt juice.

   She rolled over, looked at me and asked, "Can I go home now?"

   I reached down to her, brushed her hair back from her eyes and said,
"No, we have a few more things to do before you go anywhere."

   She was not happy, started to cry and said, "But I did what you wanted,
I made the video for you, you lied, you're an asshole, you'll never let me
go..."

   I walked around the bed, took her arm and guided her back to the chair.
"Tilly, I did not lie, I said we were going to make some videos, not one
video; now, tell me, do you want to go home tonight?" She nodded her head
and sat back complacently.  I readjusted the cameras and kept the smallest
one ready on top of the back of the chair.  I made her sit up in the chair
with a slight turn to one side.  I stepped up to her with my crotch inches
from her face.  She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

   "Pull my pants down Tilly." She didn't move, so I repeated the
instruction.  She slowly took hold of the waistband of my sweats and pulled
them down.  My half-erect dick swayed in front of her face.  Her face and
eyes showed both fear and curiosity.  She backed away but never took her
eyes off my dick.  I moved towards her; took my dick in my right hand and
lifted the head to mere inches from her nose.  With my left hand, I cupped
the back of her head and pulled her face into contact with my dick.  The
head touched just along the top of her left cheek and I pressed it so that
the full length was up against her face.  I circled the head up and over
her eyebrows and back down to her right cheek.  I pulled away just a bit
and ran the length of my cock and the head along her lips.  I moved my cock
back and forth along her lips with enough pressure to make her lips open
just slightly as my cock got harder and harder.  I couldn't resist a little
fun.

   "Look closely, little Tilly ...  this dick is going to be yours ...  let
me show you something ...  (I began to slowly jerk off just inches from her
face) ...  you know what I'm doing?"

   She looked up at me and shook her head; her eyes quickly darted back to
my dick, which had grown into an upright position, almost running from her
chin to her forehead.  I leaned away a bit, "C'mon now, Tilly, you know
what it is when a guy jerks off, right?  I mean you've heard about guys
jerking off, stroking it, jacking off, masturbating, right?"

   She glanced back up and nodded her head, she watched as I stroked my
dick in front of her face and said, "Yeah, but I've never seen a penis or
seen a guy play with his thing."

   "You've got your chance now, don't you?  Let me tell you something,
Tilly; all guys do this, and they do it a lot!  You'd be surprised how many
times a day a guy can jerk off.  And you know what?  They'll jerk off while
thinking about you."

   "No, that's gross."

   "Gross or not it's true!  The boys at school?  Even the little fat kid
who doesn't talk much, they all jerk off thinking about you.  You don't
have to do anything special, you're pretty and they'll get a hard on
looking at you or just thinking about you.  Some will even go into the
school bathroom stall and jerk off thinking about you.  Now, when you go to
the beach or out to a restaurant; all sorts of men, of all ages, are
looking at you when they think you're not looking.  Later on they'll all
jerk off thinking about what it would be like to have you; just like I have
you now."

   She was now looking at me "All of them?  They all do this because of
me?"

   "No, not because of you, but since you're a pretty girl, you'll be one
of the ones that lots of guys will jerk off to.  As a matter of fact, I
jerked off thinking about you just the other day."

   "When?  Why? ...  Really?"

   "On Mother's Day, when you all went out to dinner.  I followed you into
town and walked around behind you.  I waited outside the restaurant and
watched you some more.  I also saw a lot of other men looking at you too. I
bet they all jerked off thinking about you or even fucked their wives real
good thinking about you.  I'm sure you could even pick out teachers or
neighbors who look at you in that special way."

   She sat quietly taking all of this in; before she could speak I said
"You know what I was thinking about when I jerked off over you?"

   "How ...  pretty I looked ...  in my new dress?"

   "Of course, but I also got really excited at the thought of you sucking
my dick and me cumming all over your face and in your mouth."

   "No!  In my mouth?  You want me to put that in my mouth?  No way!"

   "Oh yes way!" I still had my hand on the back of her head and pulled her
into me until her face was grinding into my cock.  I pulled her head back
by her hair and could tell it hurt her just a bit; I reached down for her
left hand that she had used to play with her pussy.  I took her hand and
folded her fingers down except for the middle one, which had spent the most
time on her slit.  "Now, I want you to suck on your finger ...  give the
tip of it a kiss and slowly run your tongue around it ...  put your lips
around it and suck it into your mouth ...  very good, Tilly ...  now slowly
slide it in and out of your mouth while keeping suction on it ...  very
nice, very nice ...  now, do the same to my finger ...  go ahead ...  oooh,
that feels so nice, a little more with your tongue ...  very good, Tilly."
I was now stroking the top of her head and pulled my finger away from her.

   I reached with both hands for her hands; brought them up to my cock and
wrapped her hands around it.  She appeared resigned for the inevitable and
inched forward to give the head of my cock a nice soft kiss.  I pushed
forward and had her kiss along the underside of my cock until she reached
my balls which, of course, she also had to kiss.  I made her kiss back to
the tip and she stopped and looked up at me as I slowly, but firmly, guided
the head into her waiting mouth.  She took it in and used her tongue around
it; she began to take a little more and then some more into her mouth.

   I could feel her begin to apply some suction as she started to actually
suck on my cock.  She slid her head back slowly until her mouth was empty.
She gave me a small smile and proceeded to suck as much of my thick six
inches into her mouth as she could.  I slowly pulled my dick back and she
increased her suction causing her to lean forward as I moved backward.  I
took up a handful of her hair and began the process of getting us into a
rhythm of me fucking her mouth and her sucking my dick.  All the cameras
were running and I grabbed the small hand-held camera and got plenty of
quality close-ups of her mouth working my dick and her looking into the
camera with her mouth full of cock.

   I had to put the camera down as I felt the pressure within my balls
begin to increase.  I could feel everything start to tense up.  Tilly could
see that something was happening and I told her to keep going and, to go
faster.  I was starting to feel the build-up of an animalistic frenzy.  I
looked down and she was moving her lips up and down my shaft as fast and
tight as she could.  I put my left hand behind her head and gathered up a
handful of hair.  Just as I was about to cum I pulled her mouth off my dick
and told her to keep jerking me with her hands.  I could feel it building
up and I ordered "Open your mouth, I want you to watch me cum, keep your
eyes on the tip of my dick ...  try and catch my cum with your mouth!"

   She was working my dick with her hands and watching closely with her
mouth wide open just as the first load jetted out of my dick and landed
perfectly in her mouth.  She was surprised and repulsed, as she was trying
to spit out the load in her mouth, the next load hit her right in the
forehead as she tried to duck away.  I still had a handful of her hair and
I forced her back into position.  I pulled her head face up as I shot my
third load right on her lips with a small amount going into her nose.  She
was starting to have trouble now; spitting and snorting as cum ran down her
face and streamed from her chin.  I knew I was going to slow down so I put
the tip off my dick on her lips and told her to suck the rest out of me. 
She took my cock in her mouth as I spasmed out a few smaller loads.

   "Swallow it, Tilly, swallow all of it!" I gave her hair a pull for
emphasis and she began to reluctantly swallow the remnants of my cum. 
"Keep sucking Tilly, get all of it, suck it out of my dick!" After she gave
a couple strong sucks I pulled out of her mouth, placed her hands back on
my dick and had her rub the cum all over her face with my dick. 
Eventually, I pulled away and had her sit back into the chair.

   I stepped away and tossed her a towel to wipe her face with.  I put my
sweats back on, went back to her and, took her by the arm into the
bathroom. I had her wash up, brush her teeth, rinse her mouth, and then
gave her an old t-shirt to wear.  I stood at the door looking away as she
took a long pee.  When she was done, I gave her the make up from her purse
and told her to pretty up.  I took her back into the room, set her on the
bed and zip-tied her hands and feet.  She went to her side, curled up in
the fetal position and began crying softly.  I went to the other room
checked the local news websites and there were no notices about her
anywhere.  I did have a message offering an extra $5,000 for a live feed of
the "deflowering," I turned it down.

   I switched into my "Lone Ranger" mask and came back to the room.  Tilly
had stopped crying and was just lying on the bed all curled up.  I reset
the cameras for the next scenes.  The angles would be perfect for catching
all of the action, both full scene and close-up.  I removed the zip ties
and lied down next to her.  She was being totally compliant and responded
appropriately to my directions.  "Take the t-shirt off and lie on your
back." I was next to her on the bed as she peeled the shirt off and rested
back down.

   She was a small thing but developing very nicely.  Her breasts stood
straight up and were the size of small scoops of ice cream.  Her pink
aureoles were the size of nickels with little nubs of nipples resting on
top.  She had a wonderfully flat stomach with gently protruding hipbones
creating an enticing V down to her pubic mound, which was quite prominent
when she laid on her back.  She had some light wisps of pubic hair that
grew inward to her cleft.  Her legs were perfectly proportioned to her body
and had just the right amount of shape to them.  She was not thin but she
carried not an ounce of excess weight on her entire body.

   I began caressing her tits and played with her nipples until they stood
a little more erect.  I leaned over and suckled on each one delighting in
the taste of her young fresh skin.  She placed a hand on the back of my
head and occasionally would guide my mouth from tit to tit.  I left her
tits, traced my tongue down to her "innie" navel and swirled my tongue
around there while also placing soft kisses around her stomach.  The
attention I was giving her seemed to be working as I could hear her
breathing become a bit deeper.  When I glanced up she had one hand playing
with her tits and her head pressed back into the pillow.

   I made my way down to her pelvis and gently kissed my way to her mound
but diverted at the last moment to pay some attention to her inner thighs.
I was now lying almost perpendicular to her with my head hovering over her
pussy, I moved my left arm and slid it under her thighs with my palm down;
I slowly lifted and slightly spread both of her legs until they were folded
back over with her knees near her chest.  Right below my face was her
virgin pussy in all of its glory, facing straight up at me.  I've always
liked this position.  I went down and kissed her mound sideways as if her
pussy was a mouth.  I kissed up and down the slit using my lips to slowly
open the gates to heaven.  I then switched to more of a French-kissing
action bringing my tongue into play.  I poked, pried and swirled; I used my
arm to open her legs wider and kept up my tongue action until she was
completely spread open for my explorations.

   Her outer lips were a dark pink and soft as silk.  The clit hood folded
over perfectly and was a greyer color than the lips.  I pried under the
hood and found her button already starting to extend just a tiny bit.  I
circled the tip of my tongue around it and completed two circles before
giving it a flick.  I stopped circling and gave all my attention to her
little love button.  Her hymen was nowhere to be found.  I knew she
couldn't have lost her virginity, but, like with a lot of active girls
today, no hymen in no way means no virginity.

   This was all having the proper effect.  Her breathing was deeper and her
hips began to move in unison with my tongue's actions.  I released her left
leg and let it rest but spread while keeping her right leg bent up toward
her chest.  Once or twice, she tried to move away from my mouth; but, I
quickly repositioned her back to my mouth.  This wasn't an attempt to get
away; it was a natural reaction of young girl to sensations from her pussy
and abdomen that she has never felt before.  Their natural reaction is
always to pull away.  Our job is to keep them in position in order for them
to learn to enjoy the ride.  I could sense though, that she was starting to
get a bit more scared than I had planned.  Sure enough she freed her right
leg and brought it down along side my head; then, she put her hands on top
my head and pulled her hips back and away from me.

   "No, stop, don't, I don't want to go any further!" she was squirming
away.

   "Please, don't do any more, stop!" She tried to turn sideways, but I
caught her leg before she could get it over my head and forced her back
into a spread position.

   "C'mon, let me go, let me go, let me go, stop, leave me alone!" She was
getting louder but I said nothing.  I hooked under her thighs, pulled her
back and buried my face in her pussy.

   She started rocking, pushing, and tried to pull away.  At one point she
got a foot planted on my shoulder and tried to pull away with her leg; it
didn't work.  I dropped my shoulder and shrugged her foot off.  This was a
make or break point.  I concentrated all the more, on her cute little clit
and worked it all the harder as she became more and more upset.

   Emotion is emotion and I knew that her fright and fight were the only
ways she knew how to handle what she was feeling.  She kept yelling "No,
no, no ...  stop, stop!" over and over but her hips had started that
wonderful up and down gyration as my mouth and tongue dug deeper into her
pussy.

   Her mound was turning red, as more and more blood flowed into the area,
indicating higher levels of arousal; her pussy began to excrete warm,
sweet, heady juices for my mouth's delight.  She kept up with saying "no"
but it was no longer an order for me to stop.  I took a moment and quietly
said, "Let it go, Tilly, let it all go ...  drop yourself into the
feeling." Using my tongue, I attacked her clit.  Her heels dug into my back
and she started to rise, I had to reach under her thighs to clasp my hands
across her belly to keep her back arch from getting her pussy away from my
mouth.

   She rapidly shouted "No, no, no, no" and then a long drown out
"Noooooooo ..." as she reached her orgasm.  She froze for a moment, with
her back arched and her ass a full six inches off the bed.  Her hips
quivered and she dropped down.  I immediately dove face first back into her
pussy and started tonguing all around her lips up to her hooded clit.  She
turned sideways, as she rocked out another orgasm, clamping her thighs
around my head.  She had a full body quiver as she pushed her pussy into my
face.  I rotated so my nose was pressing against her asshole.  I wrapped my
arms around her waist, and sat up.  Her legs were hanging loose in the air
and, as I glanced down, her perfectly beautiful pussy was facing right at
me.  I dove in again, with intention of licking up every drop of sweet
nectar she had inside her.

   Her physical reactions were slowing as I let her fall back to the bed.
She was breathing hard and had a glassy look in her eyes.  The time was
right.  I slid off the side of the bed and, dropped my sweats.  My hard on
was raging: I never felt so hard or big before.  I pulled her by the legs
over to me.  She was limp and not quite aware of her own body.  I took her
right leg and lifted it up over my left hip.  I moved her left leg down
between my legs and with my left arm I lifted her up by the waist so her
pussy was even with the head of my dick.

   She began to realize what was happening and looked at me wide eyed.  I
grabbed my dick with my right hand and positioned the head at the entrance
to her soaking wet, virgin pussy.  I started to slowly rub the head across
her moist entrance getting it lubricated for entrance.  She looked at me
with hatred, fear, and determination.  She pulled away and said "No, you
can't rape me!  I've done everything you asked!  You can't do this!" I
stared her right in the eyes; pulled her back into position and, positioned
myself again.  She suddenly said, "I'll suck it again; you can squirt all
over me if you want ..."

   I hesitated and asked "You want to suck my dick?"

   "Yes, I want to suck it"

   "Say that again, but louder and say please ...  you better ask nice"

   "Please, pleeease let me suck your dick ...  I want your dick in my
mouth ...  I want you to squirt all over me ...  pleeeease."

   I had seen a Marilyn Chambers scene like this; sooooo, what the hell!  I
spun her around until her mouth was up against my dick.  I pinned her arms
under her so she couldn't use her hands.  I held my dick back and made her
strain out with her mouth for it.  I repeated, "Ask nice."

   She looked up and said, "Please let me suck your dick." I slapped her in
the face with my dick a couple of times and made her repeat her request
twice more, each with more passion.  I put the head right on her lips and
let her strain up to take it in her mouth.  She sucked as much as she could
before I pulled it out.  I slapped her face a couple of times with my dick
and had her ask to suck it a couple more times and let her catch the head
once more.  I let her suck it in deeply three times.  I stopped, looked at
her and said, "No, we're going to fuck.  Maybe I'll let you suck your
juices of my dick when we're done."

   I repositioned her and with a combination of two hip thrusts as well as
pulling her closer by the waist, the head of my dick forced its way into
the satiny sheath of her tight, wet, warm, virgin pussy.  The feeling was
indescribable!  I pulled back slightly and gave another thrust: I was half
way in.  Tilly was still wide-eyed, her mouth was open, but she made no
sound.  She looked down to see what was happening, as I pulled back and
thrust deeper into her.  She actually spread her legs further apart and
repositioned her hips, so as to accept more of my cock.  She was completely
beaten and had given in.

   All the barriers were broken; she was in for the whole experience.  I
started a steady rhythmic fucking, driving myself deeper with every thrust.
She was tight and warm.  Her tightness was such that a feeling of oneness
developed as she accepted my cock deep inside and made her own efforts to
get me entirely inside.  She was watching my dick slide in and out of her
with a look of complete amazement.  Slowly she turned to look at me and I
could see in her face a look of arousal.  Her breathing became deeper and
more rapid; she started making quick "Aah" sounds with every thrust.  I
pulled her left leg out from between my legs and folded both her legs back,
with her knees on either side of her head.  I crawled onto the edge of the
bed and started a pile-driving motion into her.  Now, with every thrust,
she was making sounds as if she was gagging.  It really didn't matter.  I
could feel the eruption boiling up inside me.

   I kicked up the speed until her softness, tightness and newness took
control of me.  I had time to pull out, post one leg up and over her arm
and position my dick right in her face.  I don't know where the first or
second loads landed.  I was arched up and emitting guttural animal sounds.
When I did look down, her right eye was covered by a load of cum and
another load was starting to run down both sides of her face from under her
nose.  The third load landed directly on her chin and, for the fourth, I
lifted her head up and back and said "Open up" just in time for a full
mouth shot.  I pulled her mouth over my dick and told her to suck it all
out, as I squeezed out my remaining cum.  She sucked and pulled on my dick
like a good girl until I told her to stop.  I took her hands and made her
rub the cum on her face, into skin or mouth, and then had her suck her
fingers and hand clean.

   That pretty much ended Tilly's bad day.  She had been righteously used
and abused.  I took her to the bathtub and gave her a nice long soak.  I
lathered and washed every inch of her soft satiny body.  I prepped a douche
and gave her a nice inside cleansing.

   As I washed her, we had a little chat.  I asked her if she wanted me to
come get her again and she said "no." I agreed to leave her alone, but only
if she promised to suck off at least one or two guys a year.  Her uncle,
her teacher, a neighbor, the fat kid at school, anyone; just as long as it
wasn't some hero-jock type who expected it.  She agreed and said she knew a
quiet awkward kid at school who would be first; then, maybe she would try
with her teacher, Mr.  Fletcher.

   I gently dried her off and helped her back into her school clothes.  I
used one of her socks to serve as her blindfold.  Tilly had one more task.
I made her kneel down in front of me, take my dick and, suck it one last
time.  I told her that this time she was going to practice what she had
learned today and that it was just between us, no cameras.  I didn't have
to do anything.  She softly placed her lips on the head and gently kissed
every inch of my dick.  She took one hand and rolled my balls like she was
warming dice.  I placed my hands on her head, but gave no directions: she
performed like a pro!  Her hands wrapped around the shaft as she sucked my
dick into her mouth.  She slid up and down along my cock and used her hands
like they were extensions of her mouth.  Once in a while, she would just
hold the head in her mouth and used her hands to jerk the shaft.  I watched
her every step of the way and she would look up every now and then for
approval.  I tried valiantly not to take over and fuck her mouth.  I kept
relaxed until the pressure built and I exploded into her mouth.  She
captured, sucked out and swallowed every drop like a good girl.

   I blindfolded, gagged, and secured her.  I drove ten miles away from her
house and pulled behind an abandoned house I had scouted out the day
before. I carried her out of sight of the jeep and removed all of her
bindings except for the sock blindfold.  I told her which way to walk when
she got up and then I had her lay face down and count to one hundred.

   I returned to the beach house, thoroughly cleaned it and loaded all of
the digital films to my external hard drive.  I reviewed some of the
footage and it appeared to have come out perfectly.  I couldn't wait to
start the editing.  I packed up and headed home.

   I checked online, for a couple of days, but couldn't find any reference
to a missing girl.  I was Tilly's first and now she could pick her first.

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   This story will be continued with "Tilly's Promise." Follow along as
Tilly attempts to keep her promise in order to protect her family.  I
anticipate it will be posted around June 3.