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Bound: Late One Night, Linsey and her Daddy
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)

***

Linsey's father finds her in the middle of the night, 
having bound herself and unable to free herself, 
dripping hot wet, and takes advantage of his daughter's 
predicament. (Mg, ped, inc, reluc, mast, oral, bd)

***

Late one night, her pussy tingling with the images of a 
story she read about a young girl who had been tied up 
by her older boyfriend, her wrists bound, blindfolded, 
as they role-played a scene of his having taken her 
hostage, Linsey came like she had never cum before. The 
girl in the story called him her Daddy, and outside of 
her own fantasies Linsey had never read anything like 
it, and she was surprised how wet the story made her, 
how hot it made her. From that moment she was determined 
to replicate the scene for herself, at least the part of 
being tied up.

The idea of being bound, semi-naked and helpless was a 
fantasy that had given her so many late night orgasms 
alone in her bed, and this added a whole new twist to 
her fantasies. She wanted to be caught doing naughty 
things, and then made to do even naughtier things.

She liked to hear her own breathing her own whimpers and 
moans when she would wrap her legs tight in her bed 
linens. Sometimes she would wiggle her arms together 
down one sleeve of her long sleeved cotton nightshirt, 
and touch herself, thinking of an older man, one of her 
teachers, him holding her tight from behind, his hand 
over her throat, him rubbing his cock against her wet 
panty covered little pussy.

Sometimes she would take one of her father’s belts from 
his closet, to smell the leather, to swing the belt, 
hear it whir through the air, to feel and hear the pop 
of the leather on her bottom. She wanted to be told she 
had been a bad girl, a naughty girl, that she needed to 
be punished. The mere thought made her nipples hard, and 
her belly hum.

One night she even snuck her father’s lycra full-body 
swimsuit into her bedroom, and slid both her legs into 
one leg, and both her arms into one sleeve. Her torso, 
nude and glowing in the street light illuminating her 
bed, rose and fell with her thrusting little hips. The 
suit retained the sweaty smell of a man, and with her 
eyes closed, her fingers strumming over her sopping wet 
little cunny, she could almost hear the man’s voice, 
deep and penetrating and growling as she mewled and 
moaned her fingers so lightly so delicately strumming 
her pink swollen creamy wet pussy, lightly rubbing 
little circles over her clit.

Sometimes she would see images of a man holding her 
down, and taking her. Sometimes he would hold her tight 
from behind, so she couldn’t move. She could hear him 
saying, “you like that, don’t you? You like being 
fucked, don’t you, baby? That’s my good girl, spread 
your legs, that’s it, yess, good girl. Ohh yes, baby, 
mmm, your little cunt is giving you up, little baby, so 
wet, so fucking slippery wet. Feel my cock slide inside 
you. Mmm, big, aren't I. You’re fucking loving this 
aren’t you? My little girl is so hot and wet, yes, good 
girl, fuck back, kitten, fuck my big cock, yesss, good 
girl.” She didn't want to admit she wanted it, that she 
liked it, that his fucking his big hard cock into her as 
if she didn't made her so hot, so wet, but he would 
know, and that turned her on even more.

She would see herself in her tiny, little bikini, a much 
older man approaching her on the beach, and letting 
herself be touched, his fingers under her bikini top, 
his delicious fingers in her bikini bottoms. Her eyes 
closed, his kneeling over her, his shadow blocking out 
the sun as he watched her hump her bikini covered little 
pussy into his big hand, as he’d whisper, “Good girl" as 
he watched her writhe, her legs open, pressing up on her 
toes, thrusting her pelvis up to him, under his long 
fingers.

She’d imagine him behind her, holding her hands against 
the wall, him reaching around her and sliding his big 
hand under her bikini top, fondling her breasts.

She held her breath when she pictured him pushing her 
bikini bottoms down, his big hands touching her all 
over, her whispers inaudible to anyone but herself. 
“Ohhh, Mr. what are you, what are you doing to me?” 
she’d murmur under breath, “you can’t” she’d struggle, 
as she imagined his fingers pressing against her vulva, 
his fingers slip down between her tender thighs, forcing 
her legs open, his deep voice telling her to do as she 
was told, or he would have to get rough with her, is 
that what she wanted? as she said, yes, as she spread 
her legs for him, as she cooed and rocked her hips, 
fucking the man’s fingers.

She’d imagine him using his knee from behind her to 
spread her legs, her skirt pushed up over her hips, her 
bare bottom against the hard thing in his pants. She 
imagined feeling it suddenly between her spread legs. 
Him take it in his hand and rub it along her exposed, 
bald little slit, getting it wet with her, getting ready 
to enter her. His growling voice, “Be a good girl for 
me. Just like I showed you. That’s my good girl. Be 
quiet, baby. We don’t want anyone to see, do we? We 
don’t anyone to see how much you love me sliding my big, 
thick cock inside you, do we little baby?” His growling, 
“that’s my good girl” as his huge cock spread her open, 
as Linsey humped her little cunny against the plastic 
cock her friend Melissa had given her, as she slid it 
deeper, and deeper. “Nooooo” she feigned crying out, 
secretly loving the man’s cock filling her.

Linsey had become obsessed with tying herself up, the 
image of her being held like that, at the mercy of 
someone else. It ignited something fierce inside her. 
Even at school she’d pretend to be reading, her hand 
under the table, between her legs, subtly touching 
herself, feeling her clit rub on the inside of her 
skinny jeans while she gently rocked her hips enough to 
where only she knew sitting in a cafeteria filled with 
people.

The mere thought of being tied up, helpless to stop 
someone, a stranger, made her heart race, made her 
tingle all over.

Being discovered, being watched, made it all the more 
exciting.

She imagined being made to jerk his cock for him, her 
wrists bound, blindfolded. She imagined being made to 
suck his cock, his hand on the back of her head, pushing 
her head to him, his whispering dirty, naughty things to 
her, calling her names, slapping her, commanding her to 
suck him harder, to use her tongue, to take him deeper. 
She got wet just thinking of him saying, “Let me fuck 
your mouth, little baby”. She quivered imagining him 
calling her “My hot little slut” as he spanked her bare 
bottom, as he slid his fingers through her wet little 
sex, her admitting, “I am, your little fuck toy" and if 
she didn’t behave, he would take off his belt, and her 
mewling out, "nnn, yessss."

The mere thought at night alone in her bed, of a man 
laying down on top of her, her fingers already touching 
her wet little pussy, her on her belly, her fingers 
inside her panties. His weight, his legs squeezing her 
legs together between his, him grinding against her as 
he tore off her panties, forced his cock into her, 
fucked into her, would catapult her into a rocking 
orgasm.

Her legs squeezed together, her two fingers plunging as 
deep as she could go into her spasming little pussy, 
imagining his face next to hers, his breathing hotly 
against her, his growling whispers for her to be a good 
girl, for her to do like he’d shown her, to not make a 
sound, that no matter what she said, he was going to 
fuck her.

Sometimes she fantasized sitting on top of him, her 
saying back in a her little girl voice, “Like this?” as 
she’d work her little pussy on his thick swollen cock. 
Or looking up at him bashfully, being told to suck him, 
“Am I, am I doing it right?” knowing full well that she 
loved it, that she was doing him exactly as he’d shown 
her.

Linsey practiced on her toy, loved sucking on it 
pretending she was sucking on her secret strangers cock, 
him telling her how good she was at it, her loving it, 
sucking it, making love to it. That he’d spank her as 
she sucked, that he’d lightly slap her face, tell her to 
suck him right, like he showed her, even as she sucked 
him like no other woman ever had. She wanted to be that 
good at it, that good at sucking a man. She’d slide her 
little fist up and down his cock in rhythm with her 
mouth, and then slide him deep down her throat. She 
fantasized him holding her by her hair, fucking her hot 
sucking little mouth, wanting him to cum in her mouth, 
wanting to suck him dry.

She’d spent the day looking for just the right materials 
to tie herself up. Decided what she'd wear. Prepared 
everything for after her father had gone to bed. By that 
night her entire being tingled with erotic anticipation.

She went in and said goodnight to her father, his good 
night kiss and smile warming her; he’s such a sexy man 
she thought to herself, I need to help him find a new 
girlfriend, it’s been way too long, as she returned to 
her room and excitedly, secretly, pulled out her two 
robe belt-sashes she’d tied together and hidden in her 
closet.

It was almost midnight when standing on her desk chair, 
after a few tries, she tossed one end of the sashes over 
the opening in the vaulted decorative ceiling in her 
bedroom. Stepping from the chair and pushing it back to 
her desk, she slipped her wrists through the slip-tied 
loops in a pair of her long white socks she’d practiced 
with that afternoon. Her father had shown her how to tie 
a slip knot, and she had no idea at the time how she’d 
use them.

Silky soft to the touch, she hurriedly cinched the first 
loop around one wrist, and then the other, her little 
pussy already slippery wet, her nipples tingling. She 
then slipped the end of the robe sashes draping down 
from the ceiling between and through the socks wrapped 
around her wrists. She thought about how warm her 
Daddy’s lips were as she kissed him goodnight. He 
smelled good.

Reaching as high as she could, she pulled the sashes 
tight, and tied a knot in the sashes before lowering 
herself from her tip toes, the sashes pulling her 
makeshift cuffs tight around her wrists.

Pleased with herself, her ingenuity, everything working 
perfectly, she was shocked to also realize she couldn’t 
figure out how to now untie herself. She felt a moment 
of panic. She had inadvertently created her fantasy; she 
was tied helplessly to the ceiling of her own bedroom. 
She couldn’t get undone, and here she was, her arms 
stretched high above her, half naked and so horny she 
was dripping wet, her wrists tightly bound together 
cinched tighter by her struggling against the robe 
sashes. Stripped down to just her half t-shirt, her 
panties, and her socks, her t had pulled up so high her 
breasts were almost entirely exposed. She was truly 
vulnerable, and now frightened. How would she get down? 
Angry at herself, she tried pulling against the sashes, 
hoping the knots would fail. They didn’t.

She kept trying to reach the knot in the downy thick 
belt sashes, that pulled just out of reach. As she 
reached and then relaxed out of frustrated efforts, 
reached and stopped again unable to untie herself, each 
time, her t-shirt hem rubbed across her sensitive 
nipples. The more she twisted and squirmed trying to 
free herself, the more the hem brushed across her 
nipples, the harder and more sensitive they became. As 
she struggled she realized her tiny, little panties 
slipped lower and lower across her smooth belly, so low, 
if someone saw, they would realize she waxed her little 
pussy, and that she was bare and smooth all over, even 
between her legs. She knew the only person who could 
rescue her if she couldn’t get herself loose, was her 
father, and her sense of embarrassment, her being 
discovered like this, that she would be humiliated, 
somehow intensified her erotic situation.

Her father was probably already asleep in his room, and 
she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. What could she 
do? Yell out? He’d be horrified, but he'd come rescue 
her. Even though she was in a predicament the moment was 
still exhilarating, frightening even, really exactly 
what she’d hoped for, and the more she struggled, the 
more eroticized it all became.

She had tied the sashes short enough she was pulled 
almost onto her tiptoes as she twisted and pulled, 
kicked and jerked, to no avail. Her breasts jiggled and 
swayed and had become swollen with excitement. Her t-
shirt rubbing against her nipples, had now made them 
puffy and swollen, too, and she realized they ached, 
needed release, and she couldn’t do anything to get make 
them better. Normally she would pull on them, and even 
lean as far as she could and lick them suck them 
herself, pretending someone else was sucking on them, 
pulling on them, fondling her swollen aching breasts.

Out of breath and damp with sweat, she wanted to cry 
out, but couldn’t - in her fantasies she couldn’t for 
fear of alerting her fantasy kidnappers, or calling 
attention to herself by the dungeon guards, or being 
seen naked by the handsome boy down the block, or the 
older man next door, but all too real tonight; if she 
called out, the only one to hear her, was her father.

Frustrated that she couldn’t free herself, frustrated 
that all her ministrations had left her intensely horny, 
unable to touch herself, unable to now make herself cum 
by touching herself, inadvertent images of her father 
coming into the room to rescue her began to blend with 
images of other men, and one of her schoolgirl friends, 
Melissa, finding her, and, and, touching her, taking 
advantage of her, hanging there helpless to stop them.

The image of Melissa finding her like this, neither of 
them ever having even kissed another girl, made Linsey’s 
bald little pussy gush, a moaning cry escape her lips. 
She fantasized, mewling her false plea. She wanted to be 
touched. The image of her girlfriends fingers in her 
panties, her girlfriend, Melissa, standing in front of 
her, rubbing her too large breasts for a girl her age 
against hers, the heat of their soft breasts, their 
nipples rubbing together, her sliding the toy she'd 
given her insider her, Linsey bucked and swirled 
dangling from the beam. The thought of her good friend 
ignoring her plea to not touch her, taking her breasts 
in her warm soft hands, sucking them into her hot mouth, 
making her nipples ache, the vibrations shooting through 
her little cunny almost made her cum.

She rubbed her legs together trying to touch the ache 
between her thighs, that tingling that needed her 
fingers, her toy. She needed release, her little cunny 
dripping hot wet, her swollen breasts throbbing with 
want, her nipples hurt they were so hard. She pictured 
the older man of her dreams finding her like this, and 
she found herself grinding her pelvis at the air, trying 
to spread her legs, trying to touch her pussy to his 
imaginary hand. “Nnn, touch me, please, I need, you, to 
touch meee” she whined, her little pussy so wet, her 
breasts craving touch, her belly wanting to feel his 
hands, wanting to feel his mouth.

Beside herself she couldn’t stop herself from becoming 
more, and more aroused, that she honestly couldn’t 
escape her bindings, pulling on the sashes as she tried 
to cross her legs in such a way that might actually get 
her off, had gone to the background of all her carnal 
want. She didn’t realize how much noise she was making, 
her whimpers of escape. She almost didn’t hear the first 
tap on her bedroom door.

“Lins? Linsey, are you okay? Sweetie, is everything 
okay?”

Linsey froze, her eyes wide in surprise. She could hear 
the concern in her father’s voice, and was mortified he 
would come in. Did he hear her, what she was saying? 
Fuck, fuck, fuck, she said under her breath. She had 
been so excited she couldn’t remember if she’d even 
remembered to lock her bedroom door. Stretched to the 
ceiling, her short-cropped black hair wet with sweat, 
her full swollen breasts pushing out from her arched 
torso, her lovely hips so round and wanting to be held 
in a man’s big hands, her nipples glowing red with the 
heat of the friction from the hem of her t-shirt, so 
swollen they pulsed and throbbed and hurt, she could 
have screamed.

She swayed on her tiptoes trying to steady herself, 
attempting to get her footing. She was so close, so 
close to cumming, she didn’t mean to yell.

“DON’T COME IN, DADDY!”

Collin could hear the fear in her voice. He had gotten 
up from bed hearing the commotion in the house, and 
followed the sounds to Linsey’s bedroom door.

He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew her 
sounds were sounds of a woman’s pleasure. He heard what 
he thought was Linsey breathing heavily, her panting, 
her moaning, “touch me, my nipples, touch my nipples. 
I’m so wet. Need you, to, touch me” her pleading, “help 
me.”

He had been in bed, the light out, his breathing ragged, 
his raging hard cock in his hand. It had been nearly a 
week since he’d cum, and his cock, his balls, were 
straining for release. The sensations of touching 
himself for the first time in a week was so fucking 
amazing, he was in a kind of ecstatic glow there in his 
bed alone. The kind of pleasure he loved to prolong, not 
wanting to cum, fantasies of all kinds flooding through 
his imagination, images of women, of his ex, sex they’d 
had, her sucking his cock, her saying, “I’ll suck it 
hard for you” making him moan, images of her laying on 
her back on the couch, her hands bound, him leaning from 
his mouth on her breasts his arms and hands reaching 
across her belly, fingering her creamy wet little shaved 
cunny, fucking her with his fingers, her cumming several 
times her arms tied behind her back, her pelvis 
thrusting up to his fingers; images of a girl he’d seen 
that day at the grocery, her sexy smile at him; a woman 
at the counter of the hardware store, her petite size 
making him think she was a potential partner, wondering 
whether she was a lil; to an image of one of Linsey’s 
girl friends from school, Melissa, her breasts; and, 
and, to his daughter, Linsey, his little girl, her in 
her new bikini.

It was this last image that suddenly made him groan out 
loud with pleasure, that made his cock surge, fatten 
even thicker, harder, in his hand, sliding up and down, 
rolling over the head, an image he resisted, fought, 
struggled over, that made him arch his back, point his 
toes, his breathing faster, his hand slowing to savor 
the image, to imagine it was his Linsey’s hands on his 
cock, her little hands sliding up and down her father’s 
swollen thick cock.

Images flashed through his mind, her standing in the 
kitchen just that afternoon in her new bikini, the black 
floral pattern catching his eye, her smooth belly, her 
glowing translucent skin, her gorgeous breasts so ripe 
and full in her top. “Nnn, fuck, little baby” escaped 
his lips into the silence of the dark room, "Daddy wants 
to fuck my little girl."

He recalled how in the kitchen he couldn’t help it as 
his eyes traveled up from her heart shaped bottom, to 
her tender hips, across her belly, to her breasts where 
his eyes lingered before moving up, to her shoulders, 
her lovely sexy neck, to her short black hair, before he 
looked into her dark eyes, her looking back at him, as 
he smiled at her, as she smiled back.

He tried to think of the girl from the store, or 
Melissa, or the woman at the counter. He tried to re-
imagine it was an old girlfriend, who loved to give him 
hand-jobs, how she’d tease him and taunt him, “you like 
that, don’t you baby? You like my little hands stroking 
your big cock, don’t you? You like your little baby 
jacking your big fat cock, don’t you? You want me to put 
my mouth on you, don’t you, Papi? You want to fuck this 
huge thing up into my wet little pussy don’t you? Mmm, 
Papi, so hard in my hands for me, mmmm, Papi” she’d 
whisper.

But the image of Linsey there in her tiny, little 
bikini, so fucking gorgeous, so incredibly hot; he 
couldn’t not see her between his legs, her sweet smiling 
eyes looking up into his, pulling on him, her mouth 
open, her breathing heated and sexual, her soft little 
voice asking, “Daddy, can I?” almost sending him over 
the edge. Her looking at her father’s long thick cock in 
her delicate little hands, her leaning closer to it, her 
breasts pressed between her arms, her sly smile, her 
flashing eyes, her lovely breasts pushing against her 
bikini top, the tops of her nipples visible, teasing 
him, her rubbing him on her cheek, turning, her mouth 
open her plunge her mouth onto his rigid manhood, in his 
little girl’s hands. Her on all fours on his big bed, 
his fucking her from behind, his little girl loving her 
father’s cock. ....

He heard something!

Startled out of his fantasy, he heard several sounds, 
one after another in the house! He wasn’t sure from 
where. He froze, holding his breath, listening intently 
in the darkness.

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. 
Stopped, listened. He sat there for several minutes 
until he heard another faint sound.

He stood up and moving toward his bedroom door his still 
throbbing erection bouncing with each step, he had to 
hide his erection, grabbed his robe and slung it over 
his arms, pulled it around him and tied the belt around 
his waist.

His cock still so hard obscenely tenting the soft, thin 
cotton fabric of his robe as he entered the hall, his 
breathing still fast, he was aware of his heart beating 
from the sexual excitement.

By the time he was moving down the hall he heard a 
woman’s groan, and then a soft, whimpering mewling cry. 
He heard a muffled thump. It was Linsey. Goddammit, what 
the hell is she doing at this hour? She isn’t in bed 
asleep yet? What the hell is she doing in there?

He turned his ear into the darkness listening, following 
the sound around the turn in the hall where he saw light 
coming from under his daughters bedroom door. He 
followed the light through the dark hall, stopped just 
outside her door.

He could tell from the dim soft light coming from under 
the door that her dresser nightlight was on, directly 
across from the hallway, shadows motioning in the light 
sweeping across the carpet at his feet. He heard her 
heavy breathing. Linsey was between the light and her 
bedroom door. He could tell the shadows were her feet, 
her legs, moving, but in odd contorted ways. He heard 
her whispers followed by her soft moans and whimpers, 
her shadow twist and sway. He heard sounds coming from 
his daughter that began to make his already half hard 
cock begin to swell again. The voyeur in him. He 
imagined her masturbating. Imagined her standing in her 
room in her new bikini, her fluttering moans. He 
pictured his little girl touching herself under her 
suit. He tried to imagine her standing in the middle of 
the room, at the end of her bed, standing there, 
touching herself, he couldn’t have imagined how. His 
cock throbbed and bounced under his robe. He imagined 
her nude, in her robe, it open, his baby, her fingers in 
her pussy, her breasts in her hands.

“Lins? Linsey, are you okay? Sweetie, is everything 
okay?” he didn’t want to go in, she would see his 
erection.

Linsey’s shadow in the light under the door stopped 
moving. He could hear her panting. He could imagine her 
being startled just as she was about to cum, just as he 
had been. He heard what he thought was her struggling, a 
grunt, a frustrated groan.

“Lins? Baby, are you okay” his voice concerned now, 
slightly alarmed, he wasn’t sure why.

“DON’T COME IN, DADDY!” Linsey suddenly yelled out, her 
voice almost crying, frustrated, heated.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay? Lins, open the door, 
baby. What’s wrong?”

He heard her groan and heard a frustration in her voice 
he’d never heard before. She sounded like she was about 
to cry.

“Don’t, don’t, come, in, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Don’t, 
don’t come in.”

“What’s wrong, baby, are you okay? It’s okay baby.”

He could see her shadow moving like she was trying to 
get away from something, from someone??

“LINS!?”

Before he even realized what he was doing he grabbed the 
door handle, and pushed the door open expecting what, he 
wasn’t exactly sure, a boy in his daughter’s room? He 
felt a sudden irrational surge of jealousy, of anger, of 
protectiveness.

“Don’t come in, pleasse dadddyyyy, don’t...”

Before she finished her pleading sentence, her father 
was looking straight at her, stopped dead in his tracks, 
his hand still on the door handle, his eyes wide, his 
mouth open, his daughter bound and suspended from the 
ceiling.

In that fraction of an instant, in that impossible 
frozen hushed moment, Linsey’s eyes also registered on 
her frantic aroused mind that, her father was hard, his 
cock was erect and tenting out from his groin. She saw 
the huge lump jutting up and out under his robe, the big 
round head pushing at the fabric pointing, at her. The 
image flashed through her mind, before she half screamed 
in a combination of embarrassment, of utter sexual 
frustration, of relief she would be rescued, as she 
cried out, “Daddyyyy, uhhh, help me. I-I, nnn, Daddy, I, 
I...”

The light behind Linsey took a moment for Collin’s eyes 
to adjust, for his mind to wrap around what he was 
seeing.

He muttered, “It’s okay, baby. Let’s, let's get you 
down, sweetie,” images flooding back through his mind of 
all his days of sexual experimentation.

His daughter’s arms stretched high above her head. The 
robe sashes over the ceiling beam. Her wrists bound in 
what appeared to be her white school socks.

Her legs clasped together, one knee partly over the 
other, nearly on her tiptoes, her body squirming, 
flushed pink-red, shiny, glistening with sweat, her flat 
feminine belly pulled taut, her tiny panties barely 
covering her, the lips of her bald little pussy visible 
through her sheer, wet, now transparent little panties. 
Her mound so perfectly smooth, his cock jumped again at 
the thought of seeing her naked.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous, he thought. His mind could barely 
take in her ripeness, her pure sexual energy. His cock 
throbbed, ached, strained against the confines of his 
robe. He felt his cock bulge and throb and then jump, 
and in that fleeting instant he saw Linsey eyes see it 
jump under his robe, and widen. She stared at it, wild 
eyed, her mouth open. It swayed under her father's robe 
as he moved.

He looked at her breasts. Stared, at her breasts. Full, 
swollen, firm. Her nipples inflamed, red, puffy hot with 
arousal. Glistening. Her chest heaving. Beads of sweat 
dripping between them, and down her belly. His cocked 
jumped again.

“Baby. I...” his throat was dry, “I, I’m sorry baby. I 
should, get you down. It’s okay, sweetie.”

“Daddy... I-I... just wanted, to see, what it was like, 
to, to..."

“I know, baby. I know, It’s okay. Let’s, let's get 
you..." he couldn’t finish his sentence.

As Collin stepped to just in front of Linsey dangling 
there in the middle of the room, her scent permeated his 
senses. Her sweet sweaty smell, the smell of heated 
arousal, the scent of his little girl’s sex thick in the 
room.

She was breathing hard, her voice raspy, soft, so 
fucking sexy. She was out of breath. Sex oozed from her. 
He could smell the sweet honeyed fragrance of his little 
girl. He looked down between her legs. Her panties were 
wet, pressed up into the crease of her slit. He could 
see she was completely bald, her soft round belly 
glowing hot, rippling, her legs so sexy, her panties 
disheveled barely still on her sexy feminine hips. His 
eyes traveled up her torso. Her breasts heaved, her 
nipples standing erect, swollen.

He looked up at the sashes draped over the beam, at her 
wrists bound in the soft cotton socks, trying to figure 
out what to do first to untie her. His eyes traveled 
down her arms, her skin translucent, glowing. She looked 
so erotic, so helpless, so sexual, as if she were 
already being fucked.

His eyes met hers. They both felt it, that 
instantaneous, uncontrollable electric flash of two 
sexual beings connecting. His cocked surged. Linsey felt 
her nipples ache, her little pussy throb.

She saw her father's eyes move to her swollen breasts 
and felt the irresistible involuntary urge to show 
herself to him. She looked down at his cock tenting his 
robe. She licked her lips.

She looked down with him, her nipples were so swollen 
she suddenly felt the whine start deep in her throat, 
heard herself, as if it weren’t her, the mewl of her 
sexual want, felt herself arch her back so that her 
breasts lifted, tautened, called to her father’s lust 
filled gaze, heard herself, say, breathe, “nnnn, uhhh, 
Dadddyyyy, I-I... need you, to... get me... down, 
Daddy.” She wasn’t sure it was what she wanted. She felt 
confused. The look in her father’s eyes frightened her 
and excited her simultaneously. She wanted him to hurry 
though. She felt she might cum at any second. She might 
cum right there in front of her father. She stared at 
his cock again. She imagined him in her little hands. 
She imagined taking him in her mouth, her Daddy's 
fingers in her hair, fucking into her hot sucking mouth. 
She imagined that cock, her Daddy's cock, imagined the 
man, the stranger, might be him.

Collin looked up into Linsey’s pleading eyes. He saw her 
looking at his erection. He was so fucking hard. His 
balls ached with need.

Linsey couldn’t help her hips thrusting out toward her 
father. She couldn’t help staring at the bulge under his 
robe. It looked huge.

She’d never been with a man before. She knew though, 
she’d taken her own virginity with the toy Melissa had 
given her. She’d long fantasized what it would be like, 
to feel a man’s cock inside her, the warmth and flesh of 
a man’s hard cock. She’d laid in her bed and fucked the 
toy as far as it would go into her tiny, tight little 
cunny imagining her secret lover. She’d slid it inside 
her during a warm bath, and fucked herself, so many 
times, imagining a stranger, imagining an older man, 
not, her, her father. She felt afraid. She wanted him.

“Daddy... Daddy, help me, get down, Daddy, hurry Daddy, 
before, before, I-I... just, hurry, Daddy, please, Help 
meee, Daddy.”

Collin looked deeply into his daughters eyes again. He 
could see her uncertainty, her fear, mixed with a desire 
that made his cock ache even more.

Linsey saw something come over him. His demeanor shift, 
his eyes smile, a wicked smile, a knowing smile. Here 
she was, her hands bound, hanging, exposed, half naked 
in front of her father, caught, his erection pressing 
out from under his robe, her helpless to, to do 
anything, her panties soaked with her cum, her breasts 
exposed, her nipples raging hard, swollen cherry-red. 
She quivered. Her nipples ached. Her little pussy hummed 
and tingled. She again suddenly felt both aroused and 
frightened. The way her father was looking at her. He 
had the look of a complete stranger. She’d never seen 
her father this way, so sexual, so masculine, as if he 
weren’t her father, or her his daughter. His silence was 
powerful.

He looked at his daughters profile, her body stretched 
up toward the ceiling, her pert soft little bottom, her 
panties barely covering her, her gorgeous breasts, 
pointed, swollen, her nipples red and hot. He somehow 
knew her nipples had never been sucked by someone else, 
and he felt a charge run through him. That she'd never 
felt a tongue lick her shiny little pussy.

He stepped further around her, and in a kind of panic, 
Linsey tried to turn herself, to follow him. His big 
hand, the heat of her father’s open hand on her slender 
little hip, stopped her. His voice was calm, assertive, 
“Don’t move, baby.”

His thumb on the round of her back, his fingers pressed 
into her belly, her loins, took her breath away. His 
hand was so big on her petite little frame. She imagined 
the marks her father’s fingers would leave on her tender 
little body.

“Let Daddy... look, baby. Let’s see how we can... get 
you... down.”

The way her father intoned his words, his deliberate, 
cool, plausible concern, the sensual sexual hum of his 
voice, calculating just how he was going to take 
advantage of his little girl’s predicament, her body so 
already aroused, her helpless to stop him. Her body 
jerked with an electric sexual energy as her father 
stepped around behind her, his fingers so hot pressed 
against her, her body contorting to his touch, wanting 
more of it, waiting to see if her Daddy's voice would 
turn into that growl.

She couldn’t see him, and she tried to twist around. She 
tried, her arm above her stopping her from turning her 
head. She leaned her head back through her arms pulled 
high over her head, and with wild eyes saw her father 
looking down at her bottom.

She knew her panties were so low on her slender hips 
from all her struggle, that he could see the dimples on 
the small of her tapered back. She knew he could see the 
crack of her bottom; she could feel the waist band of 
her panties tight across her bottom below the tops of 
her rounds. She knew he could see the bulge of her pussy 
pressing out through her panties. She arched her back, 
her bottom pressed out, her body wiggling. She saw him 
untie the sash of his robe with one hand. She saw him 
open his robe. She could see his strong bare chest. The 
warm soft furry chest of her father.

He stepped up close, and his scent overwhelmed her. Her 
father’s scent. The same scent as in his lycra suit, the 
same scent she’d made herself cum with. She couldn’t see 
his cock. She strained to see it. She was afraid and 
excited to see it.

She could feel his breath hot on her shoulder. She could 
feel her short black hair lift on his breath. He at 
first reached up as if he were going to untie her, and 
then he paused, before he slowly lowered his arms, his 
fingers trailing down hers, tickling her flesh, brushing 
along his little girl’s ribs.

Her body was on fire anticipating her father’s touches. 
Her breasts were ringing. Her little pussy tingled and 
ached. His touch made her mind focus on her most 
sensitive places. Every moment he waited, every second 
he didn’t touch her, the more she longed for his 
touches. His single grip on her hip filled her with 
images from her fantasies, of being helpless, of letting 
herself be touched, and her knees went weak as her body 
involuntarily quivered under her father’s gaze. She 
couldn’t stand it. Her pussy was so wet. She could feel 
her juices running down her legs, slippery and buttery 
warm between her thighs.

She pressed her bottom toward her father, wanted to feel 
his cock touch her. Hi s not touching her, his not 
letting her see his cock, was as if he were punishing 
her. She could barely breathe. She wanted, to be, 
punished.

She felt his other hand land on her other hip, and hold 
her there, steady her.

She felt his fingers slide around her hip to her belly, 
and lightly squeeze into her pelvis. She felt his grip 
relax, his hands open, his fingers slide around her 
belly and pelvis, threatening to slip down to her aching 
hot tender loins, his hands flat, hot, soft, down across 
her sensitive groin to the edge of her panties, over her 
hips, brushing her sensitive, nervous, pelvis, his 
caresses, teasing her, causing her to suck in her breath 
his hands felt so good on her.

She felt her father’s bare chest enshroud her back, her 
shoulders, his heat, his scent, his breathing encase her 
in his broad, strong arms. His finger tips tormented 
her, moved so slowly, finally, under her panties. She 
breathed out.

She thought she should resist. She thought she shouldn’t 
let this happen, want it to happen. Her mind raced.

In a soft shaky voice she pleaded, “Daddy, Daddy, stop.” 
It felt so good she knew she wasn’t believable. Her 
shoulders pressed back into his solid chest. Her pelvis 
pushed out to his fingers. “What, what are you, Daddy, 
nnnnuhh, you’re, you, can’t, shouldn’t” even as his 
fingers slipped under her panties, as she shook and her 
hips thrust at his fingers, as she craved his fingers, 
as his fingers touched her sensitive swollen sex.

“Shhhh, little baby. Daddy knows.”

“Daddy, nnnnnuuuuh, Ohh Daddy. Stop, Daddy. We, I, 
you...” she pleaded, pressing her back into his chest, 
into his belly, her bottom touching that hard swollen 
thing between her father's legs.

“Shhhhhhh. Daddy knows, baby. Shhhh.”

The sensations were indescribable. Her father’s big 
hands, so hot, so smooth, so electric, grazing her 
loins, her vulva. Her pussy gushed, the slipperiness 
overwhelming her. Her hips pressed out trying to force 
his fingers into her burning hot soft pink little slit. 
She felt his fingertips graze her bald mound, tease her, 
torture her. She felt his fingers touch the top of her 
bald little cleft, and she almost fainted. His bare 
skin, her father's chest, bumped, touched, rubbed hot on 
her back through her t, his cock against the small of 
her back, her bottom. She felt his fingers slide on her, 
the first contact of his fingers in her wetness. She 
felt his breath on her just as she felt her father’s 
fingers slide between her legs, palm her entire bald 
little cunny under her panties. She jerked and he pulled 
her tight against him. She felt it, his erection, 
pressed between the cheeks of her bottom and she pushed 
back with a gush of breath. He pulled one hand from her 
panties, and as if in a breathless second jumped as his 
stinging hand slapped hard half cupping her right 
bottom, the pleasure sending shock waves of lust through 
her.

His growl, "My lil girl is such a hot little slut, 
aren't you, baby? My naughty little baby. You want Daddy 
to touch you, don't you little baby?"

Slap! His big hand flat against her little bottom again 
sent Linsey into a breathless deep internal kind of 
bliss. Her body sang. Her father's hand in her little 
panties, his big strong fingers digging into her bottom, 
grabbing the full of her flesh.

"Mmmm, little baby." Her Daddy's growling, masculine 
power over her was intoxicating, as intoxicating as her 
absolute abandon, her submission and obvious sexual 
pleasure was to him.

Slap! "Mmm, little baby, your little cunny is so, so 
wet. My Lil Bear is so wet. You’re little pussy is so 
wet, baby. My little girl is such a naughty little baby. 
What would you have done if Daddy hadn’t found you, 
baby?” he hissed, “Daddy knows, baby. Daddy knows what 
my Lil Bear wants, and Daddy is going to give it to you, 
little baby.” Linsey lost her breath.

She felt him slide one hand from her pussy as his 
fingers grazed along her slit, began stroking her tiny, 
little pussy, sliding, gliding, barely touching her, 
fluttering across her little bald mound, with both his 
big gifted hands, through her swollen pussy, his fingers 
wet with her. She was so hot she could smell her sex.

She felt his other hand slide over her belly. She knew 
he was going to touch her breasts. She knew her Daddy 
was going to touch her breasts.

Her mind couldn’t concentrate. His one hand so 
delicately touching her slick wet little cunt. His other 
hand moving over her squirming belly, so slowly toward 
her breasts.

She couldn’t stop herself, practically begging, 
“nnnnggg, touch, touch me, Daddy. Ohhh, Daddy, nnnnnuh, 
touch your little girl, Daddy, I need, need you to, 
Daddy, please. Please, touch meeee. Help me Daddy, help 
your little girl. So hot, Daddy. Been here, waiting, 
your little girl, Daddy, your little fuck toy Daddy, 
such a hot little slut, Daddy, trying, to, to, oohhhh, 
Daddy, please, I need to, cum, Daddy.”

Collin didn’t say a word. He was savoring every second 
of this moment. His fingers touching his little girls 
creamy wet little slit. His little girl’s bald little 
cunny. His fingers in his little girl’s soaking wet 
panties. His little girl, his daughter writhing under 
his touches.

"You'll cum when Daddy lets you cum, baby" he suddenly 
growled, and her whole body quaked in his hands as she 
gushed out a deep bellowing "Nnnnnnnn, Dadddy."

Flashes of her in her bikini swept through his mind. How 
he had been so hungry for her, and now, now here they 
were, father and daughter, his hand in his little girl’s 
panties, her daddy touching her soft, hot, sweet little 
babygirl pussy. He slid his fingers past the lips of her 
bald little slit and into his little girl, into her 
sopping wet sweet little cunt, curled his finger upward 
and in and rubbed the coarse patch of flesh up inside 
his little girl, his hand pressing hard against her 
swollen hot clit, her vulva, felt wave after wave rush 
through his little girl, her juices run down over his 
hand.

Linsey had never touched that spot inside her, and her 
Daddy touching her there lit her up, her entire body on 
fire, her juices flooding his hand. Her father's 
growling voice, his smell, he was Him. At that exact 
moment he rubbed his hand over her swollen hot breasts, 
and Linsey jerked and shook, her entire body erupting 
into undulating, uncontrollable waves of pleasure. Her 
daddy's thick hot cock mashed between her bottom, 
rubbing her hot little cunny.

Her Daddy fucked his fingers into his little girl under 
her tiny, little panties, reached across her, his wrist 
and forearm pulling her tightly against him, and gripped 
her entire left breast full in the palm of his hand, 
squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, 
practically lifting her weight on his fingers buried in 
his daughters spasming little cunny. Her father growled 
in her ear, her head leaned back to him, the side of his 
face hot against hers.“You belong to Daddy now, little 
baby. Daddy’s fingers are inside my little girl. Mmm, 
little baby, your titties are so hot, so swollen, 
Linsey. Let Daddy touch you. Let Daddy feel you. Ohhh, 
little girl, your little pussy is so wet for Daddy. You 
like Daddy touching you, don’t you, baby? Give yourself 
to Daddy, baby. Yess, that’s my good girl. Daddy’s going 
to fuck my little girl. Daddy's going make you my good 
girl.”

Hearing her father say those words, that’s my good girl, 
sent wave after wave through her. “Yes, your, your good 
girl, Daddy. Oh god Daddy, nnnnughh, aaahhoooh, fuckkk, 
Daddy. Yes, touch, your, little girl. Oh my god, Daddy. 
Nnnn, yes, nnnnn, Daddyyyy, touch meeee. Wanted you, to, 
touch me.”

Linsey could only imagine her father’s huge jutting cock 
pressed into her little bottom. She could feel its 
burning heat, it’s insistence. She could feel his juices 
now damp and hot through her panties now soaked by her 
father’s pre-cum. She could feel the wet trail on her 
lower back. She couldn’t speak. Everything was spinning. 
She wanted to ask, beg him to slide it inside her, but 
she couldn't, that last line, father and daughter. Still 
gripping her breast in his hand, so soft and firm at the 
same time, so hot and simply electric, she felt her 
father slide his fingers from inside her, and begin to 
push her panties further down completely exposing her 
bald little slit, shining, glistening in her sweet 
juices. She felt his big hands brush them over her 
little hips. She felt him reach around, and hooking his 
fingers into the waistband, push them over her bottom. 
He was going to take her.

She wouldn’t have admitted before now, she’d wanted her 
Daddy’s cock. She had no idea she would now crave her 
fathers touches, his voice, his commands. She had no 
idea she would have the courage to ask, before she even 
realized she was speaking, her voice dry and shaking, 
nervous and so, so aroused, beyond any sense, “Daddy, 
can I... can I... see it, Daddy?” she gushed out all at 
once.

Collin leaned around his little girl, his cock jutting 
up, swollen and thick and throbbing hard, hot to the 
touch. He let his cock brush his little girl’s hip as he 
reached around and sucked her hot swollen nipple into 
his equally hot, wet mouth. Linsey gasped. He let his 
cock press against his little Linsey’s hip, as he 
reached down and began lightly stroking her wet little 
cunny, sliding his fingers through his little girl’s 
silky wet bald little slit, rubbing creamy wet circles 
in his little girl’s cum over her swollen sensitive 
little clit. The entire flat of his big hand pressing, 
rubbing her belly, her bald mound, his fingers and hand 
sliding in his little girl's cum.

“Uuuuuuhhooooh, Daddyyyy.” Her aching swollen nipple at 
last in her Daddy’s hot sucking mouth. The heel of his 
palm pressing into her bald mound as his fingers 
delicately flicked her clit, slid through her soft 
little pussy.

Collin stepped fully in front of his little girl. Linsey 
looked down and saw her Daddy’s hugely swollen cock 
pointing up at her, her hips pressing out toward it, to 
feel it, to rub it on her as he took both of her breasts 
in his hands, and sucked her nipples, back and forth. 
She felt his cock bump and rub against her belly, his 
juices hot wet. He pressed himself against her loins. 
She could feel the burning heat of her Daddy’s thick 
hard cock throbbing, pulsing. She felt his mouth leave 
her breast, his kisses move down her belly, him kneel in 
front of her, his lips on her groin, her thighs, his 
kisses leave cooling damp places where he kissed her.

She felt him kiss her bald little mound, the heat from 
his breath, the dampness of his breath. Collin breathed 
in her lovely sweet fragrance. His little girl's sweet 
baby cunny. She sighed as she felt his tongue lick her, 
and then lick her again. She couldn’t stop herself from 
pressing her little cunny toward her father’s mouth as 
his tongue swiped through her little slit, tasted his 
first taste of her tangy sweet sugary buttery cum, 
licking into her pink sweet hot flesh. Linsey writhed on 
her father's mouth, her cunny humping at his mouth, 
wiggling and squirming, shaking, her full weight hanging 
on her bound wrists. He tongued her clit in back and 
forth motions that made her cry out, “nnnn uhgoohhh, 
Daddyyy, nnnnugh, fuckkk, nnnn yess, lick me Daddy, lick 
my little pussy, ohhhhahh, oohhh, god, Daaddy, nnnn, 
fuck me, mmm, Daddy, yesss.”

Collin buried his tongue in his little girl, her sweet-
honeyed little pussy. He breathed her in as he stood, 
and his cock raged. He slid back up her legs, her belly, 
to her breasts, sucked and licked his little girls 
engorged breasts, her swollen nipples, held his little 
girl’s puffy swollen nipples between his fingers, licked 
them, sucked them, pinched them wet and glowing. He 
licked them and pulled on them with his lips until 
Linsey was panting. He rose to her and took her hair in 
his hand, looked into her eyes, and growled so sexily, 
“Kiss Daddy, baby.”

His hugely hard cock, pressed into her groin, sought her 
pink little cunt as her father’s tongue sought hers, his 
cock touching the lips of her cunny, his lips touching 
her lips at the same moment. He wrapped one arm around 
her waist, and pulled her to him, her legs between his 
strong thighs, as he reached down and taking his cock, 
began sliding it up and down through is little girl’s 
sex.

Linsey full with a lust she’d never experienced looked 
into her father’s lust filled eyes, beamed into his 
eyes, and breathed out, “Are, are you, are you going to, 
fuck me, Daddy? Are you going to fuck your little girl?” 
her hips mashing into her father’s hips, their sweat 
blend together, the heat of their bodies steaming 
against one another. "I-I... I want you, to, fuck me, 
Papa."

Without answering Collin slid his cock between her 
clenched thighs sandwiched between his, and began sawing 
his long hard thick swollen cock between his littler 
girl’s soft tender thighs, humping his cock pressed up 
and through her wet little slit, creamy smooth along her 
bald little cunt. He kissed her. She kissed her father 
back, pushing her tongue hotly into her father’s mouth, 
her tongue dancing with his, moaning into each other.

Linsey humped her little hips in rhythm with her Daddy, 
letting him slide his manhood between her legs, her 
juices so slick and hot sliding over her Daddy's cock, 
pressing her sweet little pussy down onto him sliding 
between her thighs.

Right then she felt him bend his knees, and withdraw his 
cock, but only so the huge head pressed up and into the 
lips of her creamy little slit, pressed into her, 
finding her, entering her.

She felt him grip her little bottom so tightly in his 
big hands, his fingers digging into her bottom, she 
imagined the marks he’d leave, and she moaned. She felt 
him slide up inside her, spreading her open, fucking his 
daddy-cock into his little girl’s tight little cunny. 
She felt him wrap one arm tightly around her tiny waist, 
and she raised one leg, wrapped her calf around his 
thigh as he fucked up inside her, as he fucked her, his 
huge daddy-cock buried inside her, hot and thick and 
throbbing as she came, as she came on her Daddy’s cock, 
as he growled, “Yessss, little baby, that’s my good 
girl, cum on Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy.”

Linsey wanted to wrap her arms around her father. Her 
weight pulling on her wrists, her father leaning down, 
his mouth on her hugely swollen breasts, her aching hot 
nipples, his cock fucking up inside her, faster, deeper, 
squeezing her tighter to him, grabbing at her everywhere 
to go deeper and deeper into his little girl.

“Nnn, ooohhh Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me. Ohhh fuck, 
Daddy, cumming, cumming again, Daddy. Ohhhh your cock is 
so hard Daddy, so big, so deep, nnnnn, fuckkk meeee, 
Daddy, uughhh, ooooh, fuck meeeee.”

Linsey wanted her Daddy to cum, too. She wanted to feel 
him cum inside her. She squeezed her tight little pussy, 
fucked back at her father, rolled her little hips, 
sucked on his huge cock with her burning hot wet little 
pussy.

“Oh god Daddy, you’re going to make me cum again, Daddy. 
Your cock, so good, Daddy. Cum in me, Daddy, cum in your 
little girl, cum in my little pussy for me, Daddy.”

Linsey felt her Daddy's cock get harder and harder. She 
felt him swell inside her. Her words were making him so, 
so hard.

“You like fucking me, don’t you Daddy?” She knew her 
words, her voice was making her father hotter still. 
“Your big cock in my tight little pussy. My father 
fucking me. My father making his little girl cum on his 
huge daddy-cock. Nnnn, yesss, Daddy. Fuck your little 
girl, Daddy. Fuck my tight wet little pussy. So wet for 
you, Daddy. Tied up so my Daddy can fuck me. Helpless to 
stop my Daddy from fucking my little pussy. Cum inside 
me Daddy. Cum inside your little girl. I want you to, 
Daddy. Cum in me, Daddy.”

“Mmmm, my hot little baby. Such a naughty little, little 
slut for Daddy’s cock aren’t you, little baby? Yess, 
squeeze Daddy, baby. You’re going to make Daddy cum, 
such a hot little cunt for Daddy. Such a tight wet 
little slut. You’re going to fuck Daddy whenever Daddy 
wants from now on, little baby.”

“Yes, Daddy, whenever you want.”

Hearing those words, his little girl, her sweet 
whispering voice, her breathy whisper, “whenever my 
Daddy wants, my little pussy.” Collin’s balls tightened.

Linsey felt her father’s cock swell, stretch her little 
cunny, and she moaned, “Daddy can have his little girl, 
my little cunny, Daddy’s little cunny, just for you, 
Daddy, anytime you want me Daddy. Cum for me, cum in me, 
make me yours Daddy, want to feel you cum in me,” she 
breathed into the side of her father’s face.

Collin groaned, tightened, his jutting cock thrust 
inside her, buried inside her soft hot little pussy 
wrapped around him.

Linsey felt his groan course through her, felt wave of 
after wave of her father’s cum splash inside her, his 
grip around her everything she imagined, their heat 
everything she imagined, “Nnnn, Daddyyyy.”

Breathing hard together, Linsey still in her father's 
arms, still inside his daughter, Collin reached up and 
easily untied the knot in the sashes. Linsey smiled, 
surprised, delighted really, as her father, sweaty and 
hot, carried her to her bed, her wrists still bound, her 
little pussy humming hearing her father, “Daddy has more 
to show my little girl” as he took her by her legs and 
rolled her over, as he pulled her to her knees, pulled 
her bottom to him, as Linsey groaned, her hands still 
bound in front of her, on her elbows her father’s still 
hard cock pressing into her bald slit pressed up for 
him, sliding effortlessly back inside his little girl’s 
swollen pink sex, slid effortlessly deep into his little 
girl, hot for her Daddy’s thick hard cock, throbbing, 
buried in her, as he pressed her shoulders to the bed, 
as he took a handful of her hair in his fist, “like I 
showed you, baby, suck Daddy’s cock with your sweet 
little pussy, make Daddy cum with your hot little pussy. 
That’s my good girl. Yesss, fuck Daddy, little baby. Cum 
on Daddy’s cock. Your Daddy’s little fuck toy, now baby. 
You belong to Daddy.”

Linsey had already began cumming on her Daddy’s cock, as 
she said to herself, whenever you want, Daddy, whenever 
you want.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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