[Fallout_212]

Warning: This story contains incestuous themes, as well as a main character who is under the legal age. This story is 100% fiction, and should not be taken seriously! Thank you.

This is just a prologue/introduction of sorts. I'll hopefully have the second part up tonight!

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Every story begins with a prologue, and an introduction to characters -- why should this be any different? Hi! Today, I'll be telling you about Stephanie, a sweet young girl at the age of 16, and a sophmore in high school. Stephanie, who has been raised under a Catholic household, has always been a "good girl". She's always got nothing but perfect grades in school, always polite, always courteous; Hell, perhaps a little too polite and courteous. Stephanie has always been the shy and quiet girl in class, which gets her labeled as weird, which results in the other girls making fun of her. She rarely let her get to it, but sometimes she just couldn't help but feel hurt by their cruel words.

Body-wise, Stephanie had a perfectly beautiful body. Standing at 5'2'' and just barely 100 pounds, with long brown curly hair and blue eyes, she was very cute. She wore glasses and had a couple freckles under her eyes, to give her that stereotypical nerd look. Stephanie always read books that no one assigned to her, she was a closeted gamer and nerd, and she was into country and rock, while most everyone at her age was into rap and pop. Even though she never found herself attractive, out there, she was someone's perfect crush.

Stephanie lived at home with her parents, although she wasn't an only child. Her older brother, Darren, was already moved out at the age of 20. Darren was about the complete opposite of Stephanie. Darren was always one of the jocks in school, the big shit at any party, and the kind of guy that girls just threw themselves at. Despite what you may think, Darren and Stephanie had always been close, unlike most brother's and sister's growing up. There were times when Darren would pick on her when friends were over, but for the most part, Darren was the perfect older brother, who would do anything to protect and take care of his younger sister.

Now, let's get on to the interesting part of this story, shall we?

Stephanie got into bondage at a young age, and her brother played a major role into that. As a kid, they would play the typical "Cops & Robbers" games, that resulted in Stephanie always being the robber who got caught, handcuffs, and interrogated by the cop. Once in awhile, whenever Darren had friends over, they would barge into Stephanie's room while she was reading a book, pounce on top of her, hold her down, and tie her up. Stephanie always pretended like she hated it, but deep down, she loved it. And she never knew why until she turned 13.

When staying home sick from school one day, Stephanie was going on the computer to play one of her favorite games. Instead, she decided to use the big "Internet Explorer" icon on the desktop, and see what it was all about. For some reason, without a second thought, Stephanie typed "girls tied up" in the address bar at the top, hit the search button, and browsed through results. She was amazed at what she saw; everything from famous movie tie-ups, to naked women getting bound in ways she never thought possible.

Ideas came rushing through her young mind like a train at full-speed, and she started looking at all the pictures. She found herself playing with herself with one hand while browsing the results with the other hand. She had no idea what she was doing, but she loved it. Every second of it. She needed more, and she got more. Thousands of pages of results, all with a new woman, tied up in different positions, some being fucked while tied up... and that was it. For the first time, Stephanie came.

Startled, she looked down to see the mess she had produced. Luckily, no one was home, so she could run and get some paper towel. She cleaned herself and the floor beneath her up, as she closed out the page. Of course, at that age, Stephanie knew nothing about clearing history. There was a big fuss in her house that night over who was looking at porn. The blame got put on Darren -- Stephanie never corrected them, and no one ever suspected her.

Fast forward a few years, and Stephanie was now basically a closeted nympho. Every chance she got, she was on the computer looking at bondage porn. Even when she couldn't, she would go into her room and just let her imagination due the work for her so she could get off. She often thought what it would be like to be the women in those videos and pictures. She thought of what it would be like to be tied up in inescapable positions, while a dick is being rammed down her throat.

...Luckily for her, this was the 21st Century, and Craigslist was available. She knew it was a big risk, and the idea both excited her and terrified her. However, after posting an ad, getting cold feet, posting another ad, getting cold feet, and posting one more ad, she finally found a guy. She felt safe. He had a Facebook, he was married, and he was okay with the fact that she had lied about her being 18. For some reason, she felt safer that he knew and was okay with her being only 16 -- made it feel like they would be more discreet.

After exchanging several e-mails, Stephanie played up the sick card, and her mother called into school for her before leaving for work one morning. Stephanie got a shower after everyone had left. Her Craigslist friend would be coming over at 10, and she had to be ready. She was going to do this. She felt butterflies in her stomach. She was terrified and excited. About five minutes to 10, she saw a car park out in front of her house, and out-stepped the guy she had seen in her e-mails, a guy in his 40's. He walked up the steps of the porch, and she opened the door for him before he could even get there. She shut the door as soon as he got inside, and looked at him, letting out a deep sigh.

"Nervous?" he asked her.

"Very..." she said quietly, almost so quietly, you could barely understand her.

"Nothing to be worried about. Any time you want to stop, just say the safe word, okay?"

She nodded her head, and started walking up the stairs, the man following behind her. She opened her bedroom door, and held it open for him. He walked in and she shut the door behind him.

"Still want to do this? You seem really nervous."

"Yes... exactly like we talked about." She affirmed him.

Stephanie knelt down to her knees, while the guy unbuckled his belt. His cock sprung out of his boxers immediately as he walked over to her, grabbed her by her long hair, and pressed his dick up against her lips. She opened her mouth like a gate, and the older man immediately thrust his cock down her throat, in one big flow. She started to gag immediately, but he held it there for a few seconds.

"1...2...3..."

He let go of his grip, and let her breath. Stephanie coughed uncontrollably, wiping the spit from her lips. He tugged on her hair again, forcing his cock into her throat once again.

"1...2...3..."

He let go again. And Stephanie sat down on the back of her legs, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." She affirmed him once again, and not a second later, he was rubbing his meat all over her face, letting her make-up run as the spit covered her face. He forced his cock into her mouth again, this time he started to fuck her mouth, moving her head up and down his 7-inch shaft as he did so. "Ohhhh, fuck" he said as he felt himself close to orgasm already, but he stopped himself.

"Lay down." He said, and Stephanie obediently did what he said.

The older man hovered over her face, and started rubbing his dick all over her face again, and this time put his balls at the entrance of her mouth. She let them in, and he started jerking off while she sucked his nuts. After about a minute of that, he positioned himself over her tiny frame, his dick pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth, and he started to do "push-ups" into her mouth. Whenever he did one, his cock would hit the back of her throat, and she gag uncontrollably. Water filled her eyes, struggling to breath.

"Keep your mouth open!" He advised her.

And so she did. She kept her mouth open, and he continued to do push-up after push-up into her mouth. She made gagging sounds with each push-up into her mouth, but it was much easier this time around. After a few more, the man stopped, and sat up, as did Stephanie.

"Well, how is it so far?"

"Amazing." She laughed, her face a complete mess from her own drool and saliva.

"Let's finish this up, than." He said as he climbed to his feet. "Stand up." She instructed her.

She stood up, and turned around. The man bent over to where his pants were, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He handcuffed her hands behind her, picked her up, and lay her on her bed. She re-positioned her self, so her head was hanging off the side of the bed, upside-down. She already felt the blood rushing to her head as the man moved forward.

He grabbed the back of her head, and shoved his dick in. He held it in her throat for close to 5 seconds before letting go. She coughed, and breathed heavily. He put it back in before she could really catch her breath, for another 5 seconds. Then he pulled out. And then back in. And out. And in. And out. He continued this, until he felt like he was about to burst.

"On your knees!" He yelled.

He helped her with one hand, while he she got down on the floor in front of him, kneeling and waiting. He jerked off as fast as he could, and felt himself cumming. He sprayed a shot on her face, some of it getting into her hair and on the bed behind her. He sprayed shot after shot, until her face was damn-near completely covered in his spunk. Once he got done, her wiped the rest of the cum and spit onto her face.

"There... how was that?" He asked while helping her to her feet.

He turned her around and unlocked the cuffs that bound her hands.

"So...amazing."

"Do you want to see the result?" He asked and she nodded. While he went to put his pants back on, she left her room and into the bathroom down the hall. She looked into the mirror, and what she saw sent chills through her body. She looked like one of the used whores in the videos she watched. Her face covered with an older man's seed, and her own spit. She felt so used and cheap, and she loved it. She walked back into her room, and the man was finishing buckling his jeans.

"Do...do you have a cell phone?" She questioned him, nervously. The cum was starting to drop down her face.

"Yes, why?" He answered with a question.

"Can you take a picture, and then maybe send it to me later?"

That question resulted in a grin from the older, married man. "Sure."

He dug out his cell phone, and quickly snapped a couple pictures of the 16 year old, cum-covered girl. "Thank you." She said after a third picture was taken.

"Go wash up... I can find my way out." He advised her.

"Thank you." She said once again. The man smiled, and headed down the stairs. Stephanie headed for the bathroom, and looked at her self in the mirror. Before she washed the mess off, she put her hands down her pants, and quickly got herself off, thoughts rushing through her mind once again. Once she was done, she cleaned herself up completely.

Once she was satisfied, Stephanie headed down the stairs. The front-door was still shut, but the car out front and the man was gone. She locked the front door, and headed for the bathroom once again, to get another shower.