From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: The Amusement Park   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       Gregg had been following her through the amusement park for thirty   
   minutes now.  There were hundreds of young girls swarming the park but she   
   in particular had caught his attention.  Her long blond hair fell almost to   
   the middle of her back and her facial features were delicate.  She was   
   quite tall for her age, she was probably around ten or eleven years old,   
   yet she must have been close to five feet tall already.   
      
       It was a hot and humid day, the late afternoon light beat down heavily   
   onto the park-goers, even as the sun was approaching the horizon.  The girl   
   was dressed in a cropped top that showed off her flat belly and dimpled   
   belly button.  Her budding breasts were evident, as was her choice to go   
   braless, for her puffy aureoles were well outlined against the thin cotton   
   of her shirt.  She was wearing cutoff jeans that were both short and   
   low-rise.  Her tanned, slender legs rose high before the hem of her shorts   
   interfered with the view.  The denim coverage didn't last long, however,   
   for her waistline was several inches below her belly button.   
      
       She was a mouth-watering sight indeed, yet still no different from a   
   dozen other pre-pubescent girls that were roaming the park that day in   
   their scanty summer clothing.  It wasn't until the girl turned away and   
   revealed a tattoo on her back that he knew she was the one.   
      
       Her lower back was clearly visible, thanks to her cropped shirt and   
   low-rise shorts.  She must have visited one of the numerous amusement park   
   booths earlier that day because she had a temporary tattoo that read,   
   "Hottie" just above the waistline of her denim shorts.  Just above where   
   her ass crack would be if her shorts slipped just a half-inch lower.   
      
       He followed her until to a long line for ride.  She appeared to be with   
   a large group of friends.  Quickly, he counted the group of pre-teen girls   
   bubbling in front of him.  There were nine girls.  This would be ideal as   
   well, because everyone knows you need an even group of people at an   
   amusement park.  Plus, with nine girls it would be easy to oversee a   
   missing person in such a large group.   
      
       The ride they were waiting for was called the Sky Spinner.  It consisted   
   of 25 two-person shuttles attached to a large circular wheel that lay flat   
   on the ground.  As the ride started to spin, the wheel would slowly lift   
   off the ground until it was perpendicular, spinning the shuttles in a   
   dizzying circle that would take the riders upside down.   
      
       When the group reached the front of the line, the girls giggled as they   
   dashed toward their shuttles.  Gregg walked quickly as well to secure his   
   own shuttle.  As he hoped, the seats vanished fast and he spied the girl   
   walking around the wheel trying to find an empty shuttle.   
      
       "Hey kid," the teenager in charge of the ride called, "hurry up and find   
   a seat!"   
      
       "I don't think there are any left," she called back, disappointed.  The   
   teenager scanned the shuttles.  Gregg fought the urge to raise his hand but   
   it didn't matter.  The teenager noticed he was sitting alone.   
      
       "There's an empty one over here," the teenager pointed.  The girl walked   
   over to Gregg's shuttle.   
      
       "Hi," Gregg smiled politely.  The riders of Sky Spinner had to straddle   
   a narrow bench.  If this girl were to ride with Gregg, she would have to   
   sit between his legs, directly in front of him.  He could see the   
   hesitation on the girl's part to sit so intimately with a stranger.   
      
       "Let's go," the teenager called impatiently.  "Are you going to get in   
   or not?"   
      
       "Don't be shy Michelle!" one of the girl's friends yelled from her own   
   shuttle.   
      
       Gregg watched as a red-faced Michelle climbed into the shuttle.  She   
   straddled the bench stiffly and was careful not to sit too close to him.   
   "Don't worry," Gregg told her, "I don't bite." She didn't respond though.   
   The ride started to spin as the shuttles moved in a slow circle.   
      
       "My name's Gregg," he said, leaning close to her ear.  "You're Michelle,   
   right?"   
      
       "Yes," she said shortly.   
      
       "Nice to meet you," he said raising his voice to be heard over the   
   grinding of the gears as the ride began to build momentum.  "I really like   
   this tattoo you've got.  You really are a hottie, you know that?"   
      
       He saw her shoulders tense up at his comment.  The wheel started to lift   
   off the ground, sending their shuttle upside down as it traveled in the   
   circle.  Gregg reached into his pocket and pulled out a small choker.   
   Deftly, he swept aside her long blond hair and snapped it around her neck.   
      
       She tried to fight him off but she had been caught too unaware.  Gregg   
   grabbed her lithe body and pulled her close to him, relishing the feel of   
   her smooth skin beneath his hands.  "Don't try to scream," he said,   
   speaking directly into her ear.  "Not that you can anyhow.  This is a   
   `smart' choker made of a special memory foam.  It tightens around your neck   
   muscles and vocal cords so you can't talk.  So just relax."   
      
       He ran his hands along her body, pinching her puffy nipples.  Michelle   
   sat perfectly still, not even trying to resist him now.  He took advantage,   
   reveling in the feel of her soft and supple skin, running his hands along   
   her shoulders and arms before continuing to her slim torso.  He tickled her   
   knees for a moment before moving inward to her inner thighs.  She tensed up   
   at his touch there and he felt her legs close.   
      
       "Just relax," he said again.  "I'm not going to hurt you.  It will feel   
   good, I promise..."   
      
       Unwillingly, Michelle let him pull her locked knees apart.  The ride was   
   spinning in a full circle now, the shuttle sweeping upside down in a   
   dizzying loop.  She couldn't believe this was really happening, it seemed   
   like a dream.  The screams and whoops of the other riders rang in her ears   
   but they seemed distant, as if she were underwater.  His fingers probed   
   inside the leg opening of her shorts first, then wriggled beneath the   
   elastic of her underwear.   
      
       "Ah, no hair," he said, moving his lips close to her ear so she could   
   easily hear him.  He gently stroked the smooth skin of her slit.  Michelle   
   felt a wave of nausea building deep inside her.  She wasn't sure if it was   
   because of the ride or because of his finger exploring between her legs.   
   "How old are you anyway?" He tilted her head and put his ear close to her   
   mouth.   
      
       "Ten years old," Michelle whispered.  The choker around her neck   
   squeezed tighter each time she tried to speak.  Even whispering was   
   difficult.  Roughly, his finger dipped into her slit, past her hairless   
   ivory skin until it reached her pink depths.  She was breathing fast and   
   panicking now.  No one had ever touched her most private area.   
      
      
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