Karen clutched her school books to her little chest as she walked alone. Her mind was lost in thoughts of things little girls think of. Harry Potter. Hermoine Granger. Karen liked reading about Hermoine and always tried to be as she though she would be. Karen studied alot in school. She was just about to finish the 3rd grade.

As she walked, thinking...gazing down....Karen did not see the blue van parked shortly ahead of her. She paid no attention as she walked by the side of it. She had no time to react as the door suddenly opened. Something was quickly pulled over her head....blocking her sight. She felt herself being pulled roughly into the van.

"Got her! Hurry!", Karen heard a woman's voice saying.

Karen tried to struggle but stronger hands held her tightly. She felt herself being pushed onto her face as her hands were drawn behind her back. She felt then bound by something that felt like plastic. Karen could feel the van moving as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She felt something like fabric pushed under the cover of her head. A cloth. It smelled odd. Karen felt it pressed against her face. She tried, unsuccessfully not to breath. Karen fell into a deep, trance-like state. She wasn't asleep. But felt oddly warm. She could still hear everything...yet she could not respond. She felt her thoughts slipping away from her. She recalled later, that if not for the cover she probably could have also seen.

She could hear the woman's voice again and again. Saying things like..."Ohh she is sooo PERFECT!" and "You're going to be one good little slut!" It seemed like they drove forever. Karen felt her school skirt pulled up. A hand squeezed her tiny bottom. "Ohhh sooo precious!", she heard the woman say. Karen was pulled over what seemed to be a lap. She felt her white cotton panties drawn down and left to hang on her right ankle. The cool air on her now bare bottom. The hand continued to carress and squeeze. "Oh Frank!, the woman said again. "You are going to LOVE this one!"

Then....SLAP! Karen felt the sting of the hand on her right cheek.

SLAP. SLAP SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Each one seemed harder in succession. Each sting sending shivers thru Karen's little body. She felt tears streaming down her face...under the cover.

The spanking continued. Karen heard the woman saying, "You are a very, VERY bad girl and your new mommy and daddy are going to show you what it takes to be a good girl!"

The spanking ceased. A gasp left Karen's throat as she felt something she never imagined. Words would not come as she felt the woman's finger press firmly into her tiny rectum. Karen felt herself tensing. Her tiny hole helplessly trying to resist.

"Oh my GOD Frank!, the woman said. "This is the tightest asshole we have ever gotten!" Karen groaned from under the cover as she felt the finger delve deeper than she ever dreamed possible. Karen felt the palm of the woman's hand slap her cheeks as the finger pressed and pulled quickly. Another groan slipped from Karen's throat as the woman pummled her most private of places. Karen could feel her tiny opening trying to resist.

Hearing Karen's groan the woman said..."Frank. I actually think she likes this!! Do you like mommy's finger fucking your pretty asshole dear?"

The effect of the drug was causing Karen to be totally compliant. She groaned softly "Nooooo!"

"I think you DO like it deary!, the woman said. "Tell mommy you like it. Tell mommy you LIKE her fucking your asshole!"

Locked in the drug's influence Karen could not help but reply.

"I...I like you fucking my...my asshole mommy!" Karen could not believe what she was saying. Her tears were now soaking the cover over her head. It clung to her face. Karen felt the fingers pressing on her "little girl" place. Toying with the hidden folds. The finger wiggling inside her little anal cavity.

"You have a nice little CUNT don't you deary?"

Karen did not know how to reply. Suddenly she felt the finger being yanked out of her asshole.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

"Say it....Tell mommy you have a nice little CUNT!"

Sobbing helplessly Karen uttered the words..."I...I have a n-n-nice...nice little...c-c-cunt...mommy"

Karen realized that if she spoke sooner, when told that there may not be any spankings. She writhed a little on the lap as she felt the woman's fingers return to her "little girl" place.

"You want daddy to FUCK your nice, little cunt...don't you sweetheart?"

This time Karen replied quicker. "Yes mommy. I want daddy to FUCK my nice, little cunt!"