Abbie's going to be taken for a ride

Abigail Harris looked around the parking lot outside the Bellevue Home for Retired Gentle Folks worriedly as the home's minibus driver escorted her across the black asphalt. The violet-eyed brunette was afraid someone might see her dressed the way she was, or rather undressed the way she was. The mean old man had given her back the lilac-hued dress to wear, but the flowered gossamer material was practically transparent in the intense Florida sunshine of the late afternoon April day. She would die if anyone from the home saw her this way!

As she turned to look at the determined countenance on the sixty-year-old who practically pulled her to the far side of the large parking lot, she wasn't sure she wouldn't die if she wasn't sighted soon. Abbie knew the old man had a nasty streak, and didn't appreciate her spending the 'quality time' she did with what he considered old geezers. She only hoped the pocket knife he had in the vest pocket of the Easter Bunny suit he still wore was solely for the purpose of disrobing her earlier.

The excitement she couldn't help but enjoy after being filled with the thick, vein-gnarled length had dissipated now, and she was more concerned with where the headless Bunny was taking her.

"Gus, please! You're hurting me!" she told the man as she tried to pry the furry paw of her upper arm. "Where are you taking me dressed like this?" The man's hurried pace practically pulled her off her high-heeled court shoes.

"It's Mr. Watson to you, sweetmeat!" Gus hissed as he turned to face her as they strode across the last of the parking lots, the Easter Bunny head tucked under his other arm. "And where we are going is really none of your concern, only that you blindly obey!" The skin crinkled around one eye as he scowled, "Assuming you want to see your dear Mr. Rosen returned unharmed!"

Abbie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Surely he wouldn't hurt the dear old man! She knew now she couldn't try and escape, but must play along with the twisted bus driver to ensure her charge's safety.

The white-haired man directed her to a non-descript white panel van sitting quietly at the parking lot's edge, nearly hidden by the dense tropical foliage that abutted. Sensing that the nursing home aide wasn't going to flee after his threat, the man released his hold on her and fished a large set of keys from a loose furry pocket in the lower half of his costume.

Abbie trembled, not knowing what to expect from the man next. She watched as he opened the twin doors at the van's rear and wordlessly placed the large costume Bunny head inside the otherwise empty van interior. She did notice there were no handles on the inside of the doors, though. She felt his hand on her nearly bare ass as he guided her to the passenger side door.

"Hold it right there, missy!" barked her abductor. "Put your hands up on the side of the van and spread those sexy legs wide!"

Abbie obediently followed the directions without question. She was surprised to find the side of the ten-year-old van was spotlessly clean when she placed her palms on the cool surface of the white metal. The man stepped behind her and raised the diaphanous material up over her outthrust ass and layered it at the small of her back. She could hear him utter a praising expletive as he smoothed his now gloveless hands over the twin moons of her behind.

"Seems ol' Pearl forgot to give you some of your Easter treats!" Gus sniggered as he pulled a couple brightly colored plastic baubles from another fuzzy pocket.

Abbie blushed wqhen she looked over her shoulder, recognising the sex toys that had been in the Easter basket she had been presented with by her dear old surrogate grandmother. The dirty old man must have pilfered them when he snatched her lilac panties and the frock she wore now!

"You do the honors with this, sweetie," the brush-cut white-haired man told her as he grazed a multicolored plastic egg against the side of her soft bare thigh. "I'll do the honors with these!" He smiled widely, revealing a gold tooth, as he held up a string of brightly colored anal beads. Abbie hung her head, embarrassed that this mean old man would soon be shoving them up her tight little butthole.

After Abbie had obediently inserted the softly humming egg deep inside the folds of her near-virginal pussy, she braced herself for what was to come. Hands against the van again, she felt the man bring the beads between her cheeks.

"Well, help me out a little, girl! Get those magic fingers back here and spread those cheeks for me!" Already feeling appropriately humiliated by the mean old minibus driver, Abbie pulled her arms behind her and grabbed a handful of each cheek, leaving herself wide open for the man and his beads. Her head against the cool surface of the van, she looked towards the home across the parking lot. She couldn't believe she was standing like this, out in the open, while some horny old pervert filled her asshole with plastic beads. She saw a middle-aged couple walking from the nursing home a lot down. She hoped they wouldn't look this way.

Fortunately for the twenty-year-old, they didn't. The couple continued walking up the lot, unaware of the girl spread-eagled against a van, half-naked.

A swat to Abbie's full fleshy buns told the violet-eyed brunette that Gus was done with his labor of love.

"Now, get inside!" the man growled, opening the door for her.

Abbie did so, her dress falling back down over her now-stuffed ass. As she took her place on the vinyl seat, the door closed behind her and she saw Gus walk across the front of the van to his door. She looked to her door, then to his. No handles, just like the back door. Abbie swallowed hard as the man got in beside her and started up the van. She noticed the purloined panties to her Easter outfit around the big gearshift handle between them.