A Lost Soul
Chapter 1

Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Lolita, Reluctant, Fiction, Horror, Incest, Father, Daughter, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Slow,

Desc: Horror Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Would you try to save a lost soul, or would it try to save you? A nobody named Jordan sees a young girl soaked to the bone, Hannah, walking in the mist of a storm on an abandoned country road.

This night will never end, she thinks to herself as the rain pelts her face. Then a set of head lights appear from behind her illuminate her. Would this be the one that would have mercy on her then she shakes the vary thought from her mind with a shake of her head. Hell so many cars have already passed me by why would this one be any different. As brakes squeal, dislodging her from her train of thought into pear frozen panic, O shit it's over. As the dark van slowly swerves around her nearly clipping her left arm and stops. Happy to be alive but truly shaken unable to move.

The man throws the van into reverse backing up to the person, not knowing what else to do. She slowly leans down pulling her hear out of her face so she could pear inside the van's window. At that vary moment he slowly rolls down allowing her to see him.

The man staring at her wide eyed, he was a muskier older looking man with salt and pepper hair. They both stared at each other for a long time, not knowing what to say or do. Letting the rain dump into his van, yet this did not seem to bother him. He finally smiles as he said, "Thank god I didn't kill you."

With a wave of his hand, he hit a button that unlocked the doors, "Do you need a ride somewhere" he asked kindly, "its awful cold out there and it is the least I could do." While asking her he did not fail to let the opportunity pass him by, to give her a looking over. She was a young woman in a low cut blouse that was soaked through, clinging delightfully close to her small button breasts.

Mid way through the thought about her small womanly body that he almost destroyed, she opens the door and steps into his van ... Shutting the door behind her, she looked at him after a long pause to thank him. He was an older looking gentleman she thought and this probably give him a few more grays, as he said in a deep southern accent, "It looks like we are heading in the same direction, where are you going?"

She smiles a little at him and says, "To Portland sir, it's in Oregon, but I do not have any real money that I can give you for gas or anything; I just have enough to grab a bit to eat here and there, (hints) Why I've been walking."

"Well you are in luck young lady because you are not dead and, I'm heading to Oregon as well but I'm going to Milwaukee, Although Portland is not that far off my way to my final destination. So I believe I can give you a ride to where you need to be."

"I really thank you sir, I don't know what I would of done if you didn't stop," she said in her soft girly voice.

He smiles at her, "I'm sure you would of done it for me, if tides were reversed. Don't take this the wrong way, but do you have any other clothes in that backpack of yours," he asks, "you seemed to be soaked to the bone."

She looks down at her dripping wet self and starts to get teary eyed, "I'm so sorry sir, for getting your seat wet but I don't have anything that is not already wet."

"Its OK, I'm not worried about the seat I just don't want a young thing like you to get sick, so if you want I got a few clothes, however they are not in your style, but they are dry," he says with a halfwit smile as he glances into the back of the van.

Without saying another word she climbs into the back of the van and starts stripping off her blouse. At that point, he adjusted the mirror so he could watch her change. When she turns around and asked "I don't mean to be a bother sir, but which duffel bag are they in. I don't want to dig though all your stuff."

He turns and points out which bag and gets to see her in nothing but her little, pink, cotton panties that were dripping water down the inner of her thighs as she is bending over his bags. He smiled at her and said, "The little blue one you see the one in the back."

At that she turns her head back to look at him, never losing the pose and blows him a kiss as a thank you. Turning her head away from him. hiding her secret smile she removed her panties. Grabbed the first t-shirt that she could find and threw it over her head pulling it down over her beautiful little breasts.

After answering her. he turned away so she wouldn't think he was some kind of weirdo. Watching in the mirror, saw her take it back off and fold it neatly and puts it back in his bag.

She climbs back up to the front seat not wearing a thing.

"What are you doing," he asks while looking her up and down?

"Well all of your clothes are to big for me and I need to let mine dry, so like you said, I won't get sick," she says looking down, "so what other choice do I really have?" After a few seconds have passed, she continues, "plus, the least I could do is give you a decent view while you drive ... or am I not pretty enough for you ... to want to look at?"

"Don't get me wrong, you are a very beautiful young woman and you are very pleasant to look at, but how old are you?"

"I knew it, I'm to old for you and everyone else for that matter, I will get my clothes back on if you wish it."

"What do you mean 'to old, '" he asked shocked, thinking to himself, that this girl hasn't even hit her prime years.

"I'm 15 sir," the girl said nervously, "please don't be mad its not my fault I have been growing up so fast."

"You are only 15, then you do need to get dressed again and its not because you are to old." It's that you are not old enough to be naked in public," he said in a half panic that she misunderstood for anger, "but you cannot wear your clothes as they are still to wet." So you have to put on one of my shirts and there is a belt in the outside pocket of the bag for the pants." I have been looking at her wrong, what is wrong with me, she is just a kid, he thinks to himself, but she is so beautiful.

"Yes sir, but please don't lie to me, you can tell me that I am to old if I am," she said looking down at herself in shame.

"No ... it's not that and please stop saying that you are to old ... please?."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to get out of line," she says and starts to cry, "you can punish me if you like or you can just kick me out of your van."

He looks back over to the young girl and wipes some of her wet hair out of her face, "Please don't cry," he says gently, "just go get changed."

She gives him a small smile and unlatched her seat belt and climbs into the back once again. She then slowly goes thought his bag and finds an old Green and white Celtics jersey and a worn pair of black cargo pants both were very baggy on her but the belt helped.

As she climbed back to the front seat he looks at her with a questioning look on his face, "What do you mean punish you, do you mean like bend you over my knee and spank you like a little kid or something?"

At that question all of the sadness was gone from her face and a little smile reappeared, "If that would please you, yes ... that would be OK"

He smiles back at her, "Really, what else would be ... OK?"

"Are you really asking me what I want you to do to me ... or are you asking me what I wouldn't mind having done. Either way it should not matter to you. It is a punishment, remember?"

He reaches out to her and softly turns her head so she is facing him, "listen to me darling, it does matters to me, and yes I am asking what you would want me to do to you ... after all it could be more fun this way."

"How," she asks?

"Because, then I can choose to do what you ask or not"

She does a fake deep thinking face, "Spanking then" she says in a giggly voice. After a long second, she looks at him again and says in a low voice all but whispering, "Or you could ... have me suck on your cock and you could even force it down my throat, I think you would enjoy that more ... after all that gives you more pleasure. But, which ever you choose I would truly be OK with sir."

"You really think that is all right, to have my cock in your mouth, you know I'm much older then you are?"

"I was out of line and need to learn the the rules. I upset you after all you done for me, like getting me out of the rain, giving me dry clothes, not trying to take what little money I have, and finally not requiring me to earn my ride. You have just given and given and not asked for anything back and then I make you upset by repeating the same thing when you answered it once and that should of been enough for me. You see sir, I am,,,, I mean I was kicked out because I was to old and no longer attractive enough to keep around. To them I simply did not serve my purpose anymore."

"Hold on, slow down there darling. First off, I'm not mad at all I was just shocked and second, I would not kick you out of this rig for repeating yourself. And the fact that anyone would kick a beautiful young lady like yourself out because she is 15. Hell you haven't even hit your prime years yet, and just so I know this place in Portland, is it like the one you came from as far as the type of people?"

After a long pause, "Yes but I have nowhere else to go and I don't want to be homeless or a burden on some one else."

"Well I have a solution for you my dear."

"And that is," she asks nervously?

"Well Portland is like a week away if we try to get there in a hurry, so I think we should take our time getting there and get to know each other better, so when we get there you have at least a friend you can call if you need to. OK then darling?"

"You would do that for me? You don't even know me, and don't have to get there for something like a job or something?"

"No I am in no rush to get there or anywhere for that matter, and a friend in need is a friend in deed. Plus, I have been thinking of hiring someone to help me out with my house and if we can get to know each other. If we can stand each other's company for as long as it takes to get to Oregon. Well, I would rather hire someone I know vs. someone I don't. Plus if you get the job you will have a little extra money in your pocket."

She smiles and kisses him on the cheek and says, but sir, you still need to punish me for being disobedient, otherwise, I will never learn how you want things.

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