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Part 3:
A good portion of the next part of the drive was in silence. My asshole
captor had a wide smirk on his face, but seemed a bit lost in both his
thoughts and keeping his eyes on the road, while I leaned towards the
other window (trying to put as much physical distance between him and me
as possible) and tried my best to ponder my fate and eventual escape plan.
This man was clearly planning to do something sickening to me, and that
happening is something I would have to wrap my head around. Sex was
certainly not off the table, as well as some of the other sicker fetishes
he had discussed with me. I anxiously wondered exactly how much of my
internet exploits he had seen when he hacked me. If he might have noticed
some of the "darker" things that I enjoyed I could be in deep trouble.
In my delusional attempts to rationalize my situation, I tried to tell
myself this wouldn't be sooo bad. I mainly pictured living out my
fantasies with women, but I can't pretend that behind my fear, the way
Officer Samson was ordering me around didn't cause at least a slight
stirring. I told myself I'd let him live out his fantasies (and maybe live
out some of my own) then when he was distracted I'd grab his laptop and
phone and never see him again. It might seem implausibly idealistic in
retrospect, but I put all my effort into convincing myself that was
exactly how this would play out, if anything else to stop the anxiety and
fear from overwhelming me.
We pulled slowly into the parking lot of the mall and my heart sank, I
wasn't sure where this was going but the idea of anything public was
horrifying and definitely not what I was planning. While I rapidly tried
to think through a plan, his meaty hand shot out with surprising speed and
grabbed me by my face, squeezing my cheeks between his thumb and finger
painfully and forcing my lips to pout out so I looked like some sort of
fish.
"Uooooooooooooh"
I exclaimed as a dull but powerful pain shot through my face. He dragged
me towards him by my cheeks til I was mere inches from his face. I could
smell his musky warm breath, and as he spoke tiny pieces of spittle came
flying out and landed on my face and around my mouth.
"I'm going to say this once, and I'm not going to repeat myself" he began,
the smile gone from his face as he adopted a slow, threatening, and deadly
serious cadence. "You are MINE now. I don't have any interest in owning a
sad little, pervert, man. So that means you are now a bubbly, cute, and
obedient teenage girl..." He paused to let that set in, it sounded so
patently strange that if it weren't for the situation I might have
laughed. "Your name is Isabella, and you love your Daddy more then
anything in the world, the only thing you ever think about is looking hot,
making ME happy, and being a flirty dirty little teen bimbo. Now you may
not look the part.......yet......"
He paused for dramatic effect. My heart was thumping so loud I was almost
surprised it wasn't rocking the car. His breath wasn't quite sickening,
but it was close. Its thick and musty order was certainly overpowering. He
took off his sunglasses and I saw big cruel blue eyes with bushy light
brown eye-brows narrowing as they pierced through my terrified and shaking
head.
".....but starting right now at the this very moment you will be doing
your very best to act it, and if I get any whiff that you aren't you
trying you very hardest, the next thing you'll be trying to do is fit your
cellmate's 11-inch cock up your tight little bumhole. If you
understand...." His eyes softened and he broke into a smile before he
pouted his lips. "Give daddy a kiss and tell him you love him."
It happened before I could even process it, my lips met his. He was a
hungry kisser, his mouth engulfing mine in massive bites and smooches. The
scent was so overwhelming I felt almost lightheaded, his bushy mustache
tickled my upper lip. "This can't be fucking real," I thought to myself,
and then came the tongue. It pushed in my mouth like an uninvited guest:
breaking down the front door, exploring every inch and coating me in his
thick taste and scent. After what seemed like forever he mercifully pulled
away and looked at me expectantly.
I had to act fast, and suppress my urge to spit and wash out my mouth.
Brushing off a smile and saying the words he wanted to hear felt like so
much to give, almost like giving away a part of myself, but there was
still that faint twinge of excitement about being ordered around. I hated
it was there and would've never admitted it, but it was there alright.
"I- I love you d-Daddy." The heat of shame in my face was hot enough to
cook an egg on.
"Aww Bella... don't worry. Daddy already knows it," he said with
victorious confidence, running a sweaty hand through my thick and unkept
long dark brown hair. What happened next happened fast, and to tell the
truth I'm not even exactly sure how it happen. All I can say is in one
solid motion he was out of his seatbelt and on top of me, holding me down
with one hand while the other undid my pants.
"Whaaaa----"
my exclamation was halted when he roughly shoved his sweaty thumb in my
mouth, effectively gagging me. He looked briefly up from his work as he
freed my cock from my boxers and said, "If I feel teeth I'll squeeze your
nuts till they pop... suck twice if you understand."
Gone was the kindly dominant of five seconds ago, his ability to switch
between the two was both marvelous and terrifying. I complied and sucked
lightly twice, taking more of his taste inside my mouth. His thumb held my
head up at such an angle that I couldn't quite see what he was doing but I
felt his hand pushing, squeezing and poking hard at the shaft of my cock
till it began to shrink even further into my body. I groaned in pain,
terrified I might reflexively bite down on his thumb to cope with the
extreme hurt. I felt something hard and unforgiving being fitted around my
cock and then heard a soft click as his thumb slowly slid out from between
my lips. I looked down in shock at what I saw. My dick had been reduced to
a 1-inch little knob, painfully compressed into a small round cage
emblazoned with childish hearts eyes emoji: ?? that prevented it from
getting any larger. It was MASSIVELY uncomfortable, and I had a bad
feeling it wouldn't be coming off anytime soon. My face was contorted into
a mask of hurt and pain, but I quickly fixed it into a pained and fake
looking smile when I saw he was looking. He didn't say anything, he just
smiled knowingly as he thumbed the button on a small black remote on his
utility belt, and my whole crotch exploded into a firey white-hot pain.
"AAAAAAAAGGGHHH"
I really let myself go and screamed at full volume, desperate for it to
stop, and the pain ended rather abruptly. I lost all sense of priorities
and hope and hung my head in shame, this man was truly terrifying.
"if you ever don't act up to code.... you disrespect yourself, my little
tartlette," he said without turning to face me. I took a deep breadth in,
trying to recover from the pain. "And this way you can comprehend that
pain physically and make sure NEVER to disrespect yourself by not acting
up to standards... got that Bella?"
"Yes Daddy."
I replied rather automatically this time, the pain was already almost
nauseating and I certainly couldn't take anymore.
"Wonderful," he said, and I realized that I was somehow already being
condition to be relieved by his lighthearted and more happy tone... at
least it meant more pain wasn't coming. I had to get out of this nightmare
fast, but that clearly wasn't happening.
He stepped out of the car and walked around to my side, then swung open
the door while holding out his hand for me to hold.
"Now let's go shopping pumpkin."
Part 4
As we strode into the mall, my hand grasped tightly in his, I found myself
quickly struggling to keep up. I had to step carefully to avoid
uncomfortable chafing from the ultra tight cage around my cock, as well as
cope with the constant dull pain of my manhood being so tightly scrunched
up in the cage. Meanwhile he took large assertive steps in front of me,
leading to me always being inevitably two steps behind him, constantly
hustling to avoid being dragged by his iron grip. I was distracted enough
by this task to not think too hard about the situation at hand which was a
small relief because as we passed through the entry hall, I looked at the
ceiling-to-floor mirror to the side of the hall and saw what a sorry sight
I was:
"Now let's go shopping pumpkin."
Part 4
As we strode into the mall, my hand grasped tightly in his, I found myself
quickly struggling to keep up. I had to step carefully to avoid
uncomfortable chafing from the ultra tight cage around my cock, as well as
cope with the constant dull pain of my manhood being so tightly scrunched
up in the cage. Meanwhile he took large assertive steps in front of me,
leading to me always being inevitably two steps behind him, constantly
hustling to avoid being dragged by his iron grip. I was distracted enough
by this task to not think too hard about the situation at hand which was a
small relief because as we passed through the entry hall, I looked at the
ceiling-to-floor mirror to the side of the hall and saw what a sorry sight
I was:
Desperately clutching the hand of far taller and clearly dominant man was
me, in the flesh, bouncing along two steps behind him. My face was still
bright bright red from shame and the impact of his hands, and my longish
hair was even messier than normal, as a result of being slapped around,
groped and molested in the car, I looked defeated... and the man tightly
grasping my hand and leading me into the mall was clearly in charge. I had
little time to truly ponder this as we bust through the second set of
double doors and onto the main floor of the mall.
This was the only mall in town and it was right after school, primetime
for my students to be hanging around. Reflexively I hung my head in shame,
letting my hair fall over my face and hopefully hide my identity from all
who might see. This had the added effect of not really letting me see
where we were going and just letting his firm hand guide me any which
direction. After about ten minutes of this we found ourselves on an upper
floor in a cutesy teen-targeted clothing shop, I had a sinking feeling
about where this was going.
He dragged me up to the sexy but bored looking early twenties cashier at
the desk, and asked about the changing room. My eyes were fixed on the
candy pink furry rug floor, unable to lift my head up out of fear that I
might be recognized. She gestured in a general direction without looking
up, then caught sight of the marvel in front of her and audibly gasped,
then smiled knowingly as she realized the situation.
"There's clothes for 'her' over there." She gestured with equals parts
amusement and disgust in her voice.
"Thank the nice lady, Bella," daddy intoned musically, giving me a startle
as he reached behind me and squeezed my butt with a nice singular firm
motion. My whole body tensed as I looked up her, unable to fully make eye
contact.
"Thank you for helping us out, ma'am," I intoned softly, earning no
response and a look of contempt. My hand was again grabbed and I was
ushered over the aisle she had mentioned, the one with the clearly
skankier theme.
He rummaged around for a bit before picking out what two pairs of
leggings: one was a lacy pink with hearts around the upper thighs, and the
other a pair of black fishnets:
"Which one do you like, Princess?" he said menacingly, making it more
difficult then clear there was a right answer.
Fearing retribution, I quickly pointed to the fishnets, making what I
hoped was was educated answer.
"Tut tut," he replied, shaking his head and grabbing my chin. "Bella
sweetie..." he said slowly, "such clothing isn't appropriate for a little
princess like you is it?"
"No daddy I'm so--- aaaoooow," I whisier-shouted as he gently clicked the
button on his remote and gave my genitals a quick but severe three second
shot.
"C-can c-c-can I please have the other ones daddy?" I stumbled out,
feeling desperate and utterly submissive...
"Of course cupcake I'm glad you like them," he said with a big smile on
his face.
This process continued for more then an hour until we had a veritable
stack of clothes as we headed for a changing room. Over and over again I
had been forced to choose between several options and had to guess which
one was good for 'a girl like me,' with painful consequences if I guessed
wrong. I learned quickly what to aim for, stuff that hit the right balance
between being cutesy with a touch of slutty and flashy, but sometimes he
would through a curveball my way and the right choice was the last one I
expected. As he lead me into the changing room I felt like collapsing. My
cock was a mess of sores and chafing: the constant abuse it had received
had caused the nausea to return to my stomach.
But a break wasn't in order as I spent the next fifty minutes squeezing
myself into a variety of absurd, degrading, and often uncomfortable
clothing. High heels to wedge sandals, vinyl skirts to denim booty shorts,
cardigans to tube tops; in each outfit daddy assembled I would pose for
him in the variety of cutesy and sexy poses he demands so he could snap a
few pics.
"Poke your little bum out Bella!"
"Make a peace sign."
This process continued for more then an hour until we had a veritable
stack of clothes as we headed for a changing room. Over and over again I
had been forced to choose between several options and had to guess which
one was good for 'a girl like me,' with painful consequences if I guessed
wrong. I learned quickly what to aim for, stuff that hit the right balance
between being cutesy with a touch of slutty and flashy, but sometimes he
would through a curveball my way and the right choice was the last one I
expected. As he lead me into the changing room I felt like collapsing. My
cock was a mess of sores and chafing: the constant abuse it had received
had caused the nausea to return to my stomach.
But a break wasn't in order as I spent the next fifty minutes squeezing
myself into a variety of absurd, degrading, and often uncomfortable
clothing. High heels to wedge sandals, vinyl skirts to denim booty shorts,
cardigans to tube tops; in each outfit daddy assembled I would pose for
him in the variety of cutesy and sexy poses he demands so he could snap a
few pics.
"Poke your little bum out Bella!"
"Make a peace sign."
"Kissy face!"
"Stick your tongue out!"
Each demand was more demeaning and insane then the last and in the process
I kind of just lost myself, behaving automatically and following each
order to a T as everything started to blur together into a windmill of
pain and humiliation. I felt like little more then a puppet at this point,
all I could muster up the energy to do was follow directions and hope for
the best, trying not to think about the nightmare I had been sucked into.
After what seemed like forever I found myself being lead to the cash
register with a massive stack of clothes in my hands, and even more in
his, wearing the outfit "I" had picked out for the day.
A short pastel pink turtle neck dress, emblazoned with "Daddy's girl" on
it that barely covered my butt, a pair of platform sandals with roses and
other fake flowers in them that raised me a good three inches, and a tight
diamond choker. Underneath it I wore a pair of lacy yellow panties that
covered my squeezed up cock and turned it into a cute little bump. The
platform sandals heightened (no pun intended) the intense humiliation of
it. Still a good six inches shorter then Daddy, my new found height made
me feel put up on display, unable to hide from the world around me.
Daddy had me stand two feet behind while he paid for all the clothes and
winked at the cashier saying, "Don't worry she has quite a few ways of
paying me back..."
The cashier looked at me with disgust once again, like this was somehow my
fault and made a gagging face at me. I stared back at her like a deer in
the headlights, totally demeaned and unable to respond. Sensing the
cashiers impatience and disgust, he quickly grabbed my hand and started
leading me out of the store, before turning to me outside, sizing me up
and down with a leering hungry smile, and asking me if I was ready to "get
really sexy..."
A short pastel pink turtle neck dress, emblazoned with "Daddy's girl" on
it that barely covered my butt, a pair of platform sandals with roses and
other fake flowers in them that raised me a good three inches, and a tight
diamond choker. Underneath it I wore a pair of lacy yellow panties that
covered my squeezed up cock and turned it into a cute little bump. The
platform sandals heightened (no pun intended) the intense humiliation of
it. Still a good six inches shorter then Daddy, my new found height made
me feel put up on display, unable to hide from the world around me.
Daddy had me stand two feet behind while he paid for all the clothes and
winked at the cashier saying, "Don't worry she has quite a few ways of
paying me back..."
The cashier looked at me with disgust once again, like this was somehow my
fault and made a gagging face at me. I stared back at her like a deer in
the headlights, totally demeaned and unable to respond. Sensing the
cashiers impatience and disgust, he quickly grabbed my hand and started
leading me out of the store, before turning to me outside, sizing me up
and down with a leering hungry smile, and asking me if I was ready to "get
really sexy..."
"Yes Daddy," I whispered, terrified of what could be coming next...
"I can't hear you," he spat back a bit louder.
"Yes Daddy," I responded again, loud enough that a mother nearby clapped
her hands over her child's ears and hurried him away.
"I don't know Bella," he said thoughtfully while his finger grazed the
button of the remote. "Is that what you really want??"
I dropped to me knees, out of despair and exhaustion or obidience I wasn't
sure, and grasped his hand, looking up at him with desperate eyes...
"Please Daddy," I gasped out loudly as I could, "make me get really really
sexy."
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