Visiting Mommy

By: abc-T

Finally after six long months of waiting that letter I was dreading finally came. The bitch I had for a wife just over a year ago was finally out of prison. And to top it all off she was immediately asking for the one week a year she was aloud to spend with her daughter Jenna.

Well it all started just over a year ago when at dinner one night my now ex-wife decided to tell me she was cheating on me. Again to top things off our daughter Jenna was sitting at the table when she decided to tell me, what a bitch. That is not the kind of thing you tell your husband when your seven-year-old is present.

After Jenna had run off to her room crying because Mommy and Daddy were getting a divorce, I took a physically threw Sarah, my wife, out the front door.

The bitch I had for a wife then decided I needed anger management because I threw her out of the house. Now I do mean I literally threw her out; I used both arms to pick her up and hurl her out the front door. So maybe I was a little rough but to put me through three months of anger management I felt was unnecessary. Of which during that time I was not aloud to see my little girl.

So finally after four long months of anger management I was aloud to see my daughter. Luckily I was released just before Jenna's eighth birthday. I wasn't aloud- full custody and was only aloud to see her one-day a week for six hours out of the day. It broke her little heart to not be able to see me for very long. I had a feeling she didn't like something about her mother but I wasn't sure what was going on.

The day of her eighth birthday I was aloud to see her and celebrated with her. I was glad I was able to take that away from my wife.

The summer was spent with her coming to see me for six hours out of the week a lot of the time it was only four hours because Sarah was usually late. My life was the pits and every time Jenna was aloud to see me she would cry for a while, while I held her. That was a clear indication that something was going on and it made Jenna miserable.

A clear indication that I started logging when my daughter would visit me is her weight; she had lost a significant amount of weight. Not that she was a fat child actually quite on the contrary she was a rather skinny child to begin with. That's why it was so strange for this girl to loose any weight at all I would have thought it would have killed her. But she ended up loosing 20 pounds. Literally she was skin and bones.

You could see every rib on her little chest before she lost the twenty pounds and now it was scary to look at her. All of her child baby fat was gone she no longer had the cute rounded belly with an outie belly button. She no longer had nice legs with just a bit of fat on them. She didn't even have any baby fat between her legs where her little cunny was.

I logged all of this information by weighing her when she got to my house. It was a rather embarrassing moment for her when I would do this because I would make her strip down naked. She didn't like being naked around her father but who was to blame her she was a normal eight year old.

When the school year started her school interfered with the time I was aloud to see her and the courts wouldn't change it. I was then only aloud to see her for an hour and a half on Friday. Of course I would let her cry her little heart out when she first got there. Then I would weigh her and then feed her. She would always eat like she hadn't eaten in a week.

One good thing is I was able to increase the amount of food the school gave her at lunch, without her mother knowing. Of course this was more money out of my pocket and quite a bit at that but I was able to prevent her from loosing any more weight.

She would never tell me anything though, just cry and say she hated mommy. She never did tell me why she hated Sarah and why she had lost so much weight. She said she ate breakfast lunch and dinner but it was obvious she was lying.

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All of this luck changed abruptly about a month into the school year. At first it was the little thing of having to drive Jenna to school every morning because Sarah's car was repossessed.

But that wasn't the last visit she had to have things repo'd. The repo guys kept coming for more things because she apparently had a lot of debt. In the end she ended up having almost everything she owned repossessed because she couldn't make her payments on her six credit cards that she had or her car payments. Not even the rent could be paid. She was booted out of her apartment and sent to jail for six months.

She didn't have a job the entire time she lived with me and apparently never bothered to get one. Thus she never did have any actually money and everything she brought was with credit cards. She even paid had paid one credit card off using another credit card, can you say 'dumb.' Well that's exactly what she was, was dumb.

Since she was going to be in jail for six months I got full custody of our daughter. Even when she was scheduled to get out of jail I would still remain the parent with full custody until such time as she was able to make more of an income then me.

So yeah that would never happen. I wasn't worried and I was once again a very happy man, I had my daughter.

During those six months I was able to bring my daughter back to her normal weight. She once again had her baby fat. A nice belly, plump little cunny and even down to her fingers and toes she turned out to be once again normal. Weighing in at a healthy 55 pounds.

But finally that six months of Sarah being in jail ended and she was immediately asking for that one week a year she was aloud to spend with Jenna.

Well I helped Jenna pack a few items and send her to visit her mother. Her mother didn't live far and was only 23 miles away from my house. If anything happened I promised I would be there within a half hour. That seemed to cheer Jenna up a bit but she was still really upset about having to go.

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The week was going by very slowly and it seemed to never end but it did end, and abruptly at that. It was three days later that I received a knock on my door. Outside stood two police officers and a badly bruised Jenna.

I allowed the to officers in and they calmly explained to me what they had found and what would be happening.

What had happened is they found a naked Jenna tied in my wife's basement. Sarah had been torturing the girl.

As far as that the officers didn't know any other information. Jenna wouldn't talk to them she just wanted to be brought to me. So that is what they did was bring her home to me.

The officers were not sure that she was okay because she was pretty badly bruised but she wouldn't let them examine her. They wouldn't leave us but I didn't exactly want them to at the moment but I wanted to find out what had happened to Jenna.

I lead the officers into the kitchen where I offered them some coffee while I took Jenna into my bedroom.

The first thing I asked her if it was all right if I weighed her. This is the first time she had no problem with stripping down naked for me to weigh her. She did as I asked with out any fuss and stood waiting on the scale. She had lost 8 pounds over the three days she was with her mother.

Besides noticing how much weight she lost I got to see where her bruises were. They were all over her body it was amazing. Her back looked torn in a few spots and especially her bottom.

This is when she grabbed onto me and started to hug me tight. This is the first time she really started to cry since she had gotten home. I comforted her until she felt a little more at ease.

It helped that I explained to her that her mother would be going back to jail and she would never have to see her again.

When she finally calmed down enough I was able to ask her about her three days.

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When she arrived at her mothers house on the first day the first thing that happened is her mother was waiting with ropes. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was then pushed down the basement stairs.

She was left at the bottom of the stairs crying for over an hour before her mother finally came down. Only this time she was carrying more rope. At this point Jenna told me that she hurt her wrist on the way down the stairs. Her right wrist and whole hand looked rather swollen it was probable broken.

Her hands were retied in front of her back and she was raised up to a hook in the ceiling where she was hung by the ropes binding her wrists. Her mother then took a knife and cut all the articles of clothing off her body.

Then the rope that was brought down this time was applied around her waist rather tight she said. It was also looped between her legs and pulled tightly so it could be tied. She said that it didn't hurt too much but I checked her tiny cunny and anus. They both looked fine with minimal bruising.

But her waist did not look good at all. I could clearly see a rope burn all the way around.

After a crotch rope was applied her mother explained to her why she was doing this. She said that it was Jenna's fault that she went to prison for the six months.

She was eventually taken down from the hook in the ceiling but only to be tied to the floor where more hooks were sticking out of the ground. She was tied on her stomach and her mother explained to her that she was to be beaten.

She explained the device her mother used on her. "It looked like a horses tail but the hairs were a lot thicker daddy." To be explained it was a flogger. This was used just to warm her skin a bit before the actual torture device was used.

The actual device was a bullwhip, which explained the many raised welts on her back. It had broken the skin in a few places, but not many. She said that Sarah concentrated most of the blows on her tushy.

She was placed on a carpeted area on her back. Causing more pain to her freshly whipped back. She was tied down to more hooks in the floor still lying on her back.

She was then left alone like that for the night. If she moved even slightly during the night the carpet would aggravate the cuts on her back.

She didn't get much sleep during the night and was up first thing in the morning to hear her mother traipsing around upstairs. Through the morning no food was brought down to her and by afternoon she had completely forgot about her hunger pains.

In the late afternoon her mother finally came down to her, this time though carrying two chairs. The chairs were placed either side of her legs then her legs were untied. Her legs were then lifted on to either of the chairs and tied to the chairs. This effectively spread her legs open and exposed her little pussy quite well.

Another thing that looked like a flogger was used (a taws). This devise hurt quite a bit more than the flogger had the day before and instead of it being on her back it was hitting her right on her little pussy.

She was then left there sobbing until late evening. Her hunger pains had long since returned and she yearned for something, anything to eat. She craned her head several times to look up at her left wrist. The only item left on her body was her watch. This was the only way she was able to tell the time. Around 11 her mother finally reappeared downstairs. Jenna was still awake even though it was way past her usual bedtime.

Her mother carried two things in her hand this time. In one hand was a bowl with a spoon sticking out. In the other was a riding crop.

Jenna knew that the riding crop was going to hurt and she knew very well she was going to be hit with it. But what mattered to her the most is she was finally aloud to eat.

Her mother spoon-fed her a half a bowl of cold oatmeal. She didn't even get anything to drink with it. But she was thankful nonetheless to be allowed food.

When the oatmeal was gone her mother's attention drew to her crotch. Her pussy was still inflamed and sore from the beating with the taws before. But instead of spanking or hitting her pussy her mother instead rubbed and played with it. Just when this was beginning to feel good her mother stopped and picked up the crop.

Jenna was then spanked with the crop between her legs repeatedly until she passed out from the pain.

Not having eaten anything she the day before she didn't have to use the restroom at all through the day. But finally being allowed food at 11 o clock made itself felt the next morning.

Again she was up early, way before her mother. This time though she was awake because she needed to pee. She waited and waited for her mother to come down the stairs but finally she couldn't wait or hold her pee in any longer.

She began to pee on herself and the carpeted floor underneath her. It stung and hurt her cunny to pee because of all the torture it received the previous day.

It wasn't till afternoon when her mother finally did go to check on her. Her mother wasn't carrying anything in her hands that she could see so she felt a little at ease. But then her mother saw the stain on the carpet, her mother knew immediately that Jenna had peed on herself and got made at her.

To teach her a lesson in holding her urine her mother grabbed some paperclips off some stacks of paper nearby. She then unfolded the paperclips and got between Jenna's legs. She felt her mother grab hold of the skin to one side and hold the paperclip end there. Soon it started to hurt and she realized that the paperclip was slowly being forced to pierce the side of her pussy.

When the skin finally broke the paperclip slid more easily through and then out. Her mother had pierced her pussy with a paperclip.

When this was finally over with her mother turned her attention to her feet hanging off the end of the chairs. She unfolded yet another paperclip and then produced a lighter from her pocket. She then lite the lighter and held the flame against the paperclip until the paperclip grew red hot. Of course she was protected from the heat though because she was holing the paperclip with a pliers.

Once the paperclip was red hot she held it to Jenna's foot. This burned her foot and caused great pain. This was done several times to her little feet enough to make her loose count.

Finally at the end of that torture session just when she thought her mother would once again leave. Her mother produced a small pocketknife from her pocket. She flipped the knife open and stabbed it into Jenna's leg. After lodging the knife in Jenna's leg she finally went back upstairs leaving Jenna for dead in the basement.

From the lose of blood and the intense pain of all that had happened Jenna passed out until later when she was awoken in an ambulance by two police officers accompanied with two emergency medical personnel.

The knife had been removed and the wound stitched shut in the ambulance. The paperclip had also been removed from between her legs. They had cleaned her wounds and dressed her in what they could of her ripped clothing. She was then brought to my house by the two police officers because she wouldn't answer their question.

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I was holding my daughter tightly to me when she finally finished with her terrible tale. She was crying and I myself was on the verge of tears. I told her that I would relay her story to the officers waiting in the kitchen.

After a while of comforting her she started to doze in my arms. I took this opportunity to get up and go see to the officers waiting in the kitchen. They had waited patiently the 45 minutes that it took me.

I told them all that Jenna had told me. They both looked rather disgusted by this. But they explained to me with the information I provided them; they would be able to keep Sarah, Jenna's mother in jail until trial. Even when the trail came they assured me that Sarah would be once again going back to jail for a long time.

She would be tried with attempted murder, assault and battery, and child molestation.

The police drove Jenna and I to the hospital where her wounds were properly treated. They rewrapped her feet in bandage and also finally put a cast on Jenna's right wrist. It was only a minor fracture and even though it wasn't treated right away it would properly heal in a few weeks.

I took Jenna home late that night and after we both ate something went to bed. Her insisting that she be allowed to sleep with me.

When we were both settled into bed she had a couple question for me. Having to do with why it felt good when her mother rubbed her cunny. I explained to her very briefly and thought I had satisfied her questions and just about dozed off when she had one more question for me.

"Daddy would you play with me and give me a good feeling?"

The End…

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