“Is that her?” the man next to the unmarked van asked as he pointed out the young woman walking some dogs at the park. He pointed to a solid girl, but in all the right ways, with generous curves and an ample bosom. The woman next to him nodded.

“That’s her, but don’t traumatize the dogs. Wait until she drops them back off at the house, then grab her when she’s alone,” the young woman said. She handed the man a syringe. “Stab her with that, it’s dosed for her weight, so she should drop fast. While you take care of her, I’ll make sure everyone is there and ready for your return. It’ll be a night she’ll never forget. We’ll make sure of that.” The man leaned down and the couple kissed each other excitedly. The woman moaned hungrily when he cupped her cunt through the jean shorts. She almost wanted to fuck him right there, but they both sadly had work to do. They separated and the observation continued, unknown to Angela.

While she was being watched, Angela flicked through her phone. She was happy to be out on a beautiful day with the dogs, but right now they were playing with others and that was leaving her bored. Her eyes darted around as she look for any messages from her Daddy. He was busy and there was no response from him. She thought about trying to get attention again on Discord but she was nervous since the last time she almost got exposed. Even that fear just barely held her back, her cravings were so strong. Few understood how addictive it was to post, to have strange men praising your every act, leaving you begging for more. Even though she wasn’t remotely Dominant, she got the appeal. The men might be degrading her, but she had power over them as well. She could make them pant by simply posting her breasts with her hands over them or with a couple coy words.

The danger, of course, was that they could do the same. Gentle nudgings, harsh insults, pushing her gently or roughly into exposing herself just a bit more, doing something just a bit more degrading, like peeing herself in public or slapping her breasts. She was shaking just thinking about it. She put her phone down and resolved to focus on the dogs. She had to behave. Maybe later, after they had been dropped off, she could have some fun. Would have some fun. She felt almost insane because of the tingling in the back of her mind begging her to take a quick photo for the men on Discord. Maybe sneak into the bathroom ... No. She was going to be good, if only barely.

The rest of the time at the dog park went by quickly. She chased the dogs about some, bought them some treats, and played fetch with them until they were panting like crazy. They ran themselves tired chasing the other dogs and by the time she brought them back home, they were tuckered out. They were much easier to handle until their owners got back, which was always a bonus. She was young but no one could keep up with hyper dogs for long without tiring themselves out. Almost exhausted herself when their owners came back, Angela headed toward her car. Focused on getting home, she didn’t notice the van behind her slowing down. She did briefly hear the door opening and turned, only for the sharp jab of a needle and a burning pain to interrupt her scream. A masked man threw her painfully into the van and he hopped in after her as the van drove off. She started to scream when he covered her mouth and started counting. Why was he counting, she thought. By the time “six” was said, she heard nothing as black swallowed her whole.

“Drag her in here...”

“Be careful...”

“I know the bed is small, it’s supposed to be...”

“Strip her, then put this on...”

“Relax, you’ll have all the fun you want...”

Voices were the first thing Angela noticed. Still sluggish, trapped in the black as she tried to move, to even open her eyes. Every movement was a struggle. Their words made no sense and it sounded like multiple people. And why couldn’t she move? No, she could move, just not much. And still the black.

“Oh, the little one is waking up from nappy time,” a woman said. She still couldn’t see anything but it felt like her eyes were open. She blinked and slowly realized that something was covering her eyes. Angela felt a warm hand rub her belly in soft, slow circles.

“I bet you’re so confused now little girl,” the woman continued. “Where am I, what’s going on, etc, all that boring stuff. Well, suffice to say, we’re here to make your wildest dreams come true!” the woman said. As if on cue, one or more people grabbed her head. Angela screamed, but only for a second, as her head jerked when someone hit her. She shuddered in pain but a primal part of her also awakened without her consent. Another punch made sure Angela was quiet, though it was much softer than the first. Her heart raced as her head was gripped and something was forced into her mouth, a pill, before she was made to drink down a bottle of something that burned like vodka. She wasn’t sure. Then, more soft rubbing of her belly as she was released while the pain from the punches started to reach her foggy mind.

“Sorry, but we need to make sure that everything today will be hazy,” the unknown woman said. “Can’t have you getting us in trouble. That fun is only reserved for you.” More gentle caressing of her belly made Angela squirm a bit when she heard the woman sniff or inhale. “Ahhh, nothing smells better than a needy cunt. Blindfolded, drugged, punched, and you’re already wet. God, you’re beautiful, Angela.”

As the woman told her that, she felt a hot breath over her pussy. Some clothing at least covered her it seemed, but it was clearly thin as the woman kissed her nether lips through the fabric. Then Angela’s legs were unhooked and spread as her ass was lifted up. She almost felt like she was being folded in half. She barely had time to mutter “what” when something cold was placed on her sphincter before something hard and completely unyielding was pushed in.

“Ahhh...,” Angela screamed as something, some liquid, slid into her bowels. It burned and she thrashed as what seemed like multiple people held her still and someone covered her mouth. As the burning continued, the fabric over her pussy was pulled aside and soft lips kissed her there, slowly, gently. It was a confusing set of sensations and she bucked and trembled under the conflicting torture. Suddenly, the bottle, or whatever it was, in her ass was pulled out and something else, painfully wide but short was inserted. The arms holding her legs relaxed and she felt herself strapped down again even as the soft mouth on her mound pulled away. Angela’s breath ran ragged as she felt the liquid still in her, unable to escape.

“Mmm, you taste so delicious, little girl. Trying to pretend you aren’t soaked? Because we both can smell you’re a liar. You’re positively drenched and we haven’t even started. Leave her for a few minutes everyone, hit the bathroom if you need to, then the party starts!” the woman yelled to multiple cheers, all of which seemed to come from men. Angela didn’t know where she was, but she knew things were about to get worse. They knew who she was. They knew where she lived. This wasn’t play like before. This was serious. Her breathing raced to catch up with her heart as she struggled with her bonds. She tried to think but everything was so fuzzy. She felt drunk, confused, warm, but most of all terrified. She’d read too many stories to know things like this never had a happy ending. She cried softly, her thoughts more discordant and scattered between her anxiety, the alcohol, and whatever pill they had made her swallow. She closed her eyes and waited for whatever was about to happen to begin.

She wasn’t sure if she had started to doze or dissociate or what, but she didn’t notice them returning. The first thing she was aware of was the thick blindfold being removed and being blinded by the lights over her. Her breathing ramped up again, her chest pounding, as her vision focused on the multiple people around her in what looked to be a little girl’s room. Angela blinked her eyes confusingly as something soft was put in her mouth. She instinctively took it, only realizing after a moment it was a pacifier. Someone else pushed a wonderfully soft teddy bear between her upper arm and side and she clung to it, scared. She realized slowly that she was dressed in a cute pink outfit. A little girl’s outfit, modified for things not intended for little girls. The top was cut too short and barely covered her chest. Her waist was barely covered by what was once the bottom of a dress, all but exposing her and the little girl’s frilly panties that she wore. She looked up at over a dozen people in the room with her. Them, and her on a little girl’s bed, tied to the four posts.

Someone stroked her hair, almost gently and lovingly, as the strange blonde woman, not much older than her really, came up to her face and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry Angela. Deep down we know you’re just a scared little girl. And deep down, you’re a broken little girl. A bad little girl who wants bad things done to her. And he’ll help,” she said as a large white man crawled over her body. He made sure to drag his skin against hers and she moaned softly despite the fear. He outweighed her easily and smelled of sweat and manual labor. She didn’t even think as she sucked on her pacifier as her arms and legs were unhooked from the posts, the cuffs still on her wrists and ankles. He grabbed her leg, then kissed her face, stroking it.

“Little one, this is going to hurt some and I’m sorry. But you know you like being hurt and we all want to hear you scream,” was all he said. And then he was on her, biting her neck as Angela held the teddy bear ever tighter as her legs were spread and he wasted no time slamming his cock to the hilt in his first thrust. She gasped and the paci tumbled from her mouth only to be replaced by his tongue as he kissed her. His hands gripped her wrists painfully as he slammed into her pussy again and again.

“Take it you little cunt, you little rape whore, fucking soaked for Daddy aren’t you? Say it!” he screamed as his sweat dripped down on her and the small bed rattled under them.

“I ... I’m soaked for Daddy,” Angela whispered before she was slapped hard.

“Say it, you dirty little girl, holding your teddy bear as your little cunt is raped and you’re soaked, say it!” he said before pulling back and punching her in the eye. Angela screamed and cried as he folded her under him, her legs pushed back until her knees were by her head. “Say it!”