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HITCHHIKER [ part 7 ] I had put the dinners into the oven and walked up the stairs. As I approached Wendy’s room I started to speak out loud. “Fee, Fie, Foo, Fum I smell the blood of an American!” I said and I opened the door “You see mummy he’s a very nice man.” I realised she was addressing the camera still. “Time to untie you now Amanda, I’ll try to be gentle with it.” I said as I straightened her up. I loosened the crotch rope first. Both had worked their way into the young girl’s slit. I managed to work the first without much problem, gently pulling it out from the loop of ropes on her back. I then noticed that the rope had worked itself tightly into her arse-crack, I tried to move it gently away from her but could hear her gasp as I touched her. It was now that I had a problem. “Amanda, I’m going to work this rope out of you, it means I’m going to have to touch you deeply in front, I’m sorry.” I said softly. “That’s great daddy, I want you to!” She said. For a moment I hesitated, she had called me daddy — not daddy John, but daddy! I swallowed and then gently worked my finger into Amanda’s little slit behind the rope. I could swear she lifted her hips in an effort to help me, the moistness I encountered surprised me, I didn’t think girls this young could get so wet. I wriggled my finger hearing Amanda sigh as the rope moved, I gradually eased the rope up and out of her slit. I could see her clit, red and taw from the agitation that the ropes had made on it. I passed my finger over it a couple of times and felt her shudder again as her body was overwhelmed once more. I resisted the urge to kiss that small nubbin, I still felt it wouldn’t be right to do that to her. I now started to release her small buds from their confinement. Again, gently releasing the mounds from the rope. I had thought that once she was free that would be the finish of her problems. However, she started to moan — in pain — as the blood returned to her skin. “Oh daddy. It hurts, it hurts so bad . . . please kiss it better.” She said in her pain . . . what else could I do? I bent down and started to kiss and then suck on her breasts feeling her pull in closer to me. Somehow what I was doing was having some effect on Amanda, without even thinking about it my hands started moving on her body. One holding her backside, the other . .. I could feel her smooth slit beneath my fingers, she shifted again, not to escape but to bring me closer to her body. I touched her again, sliding my hand over her clit, which I now found to be a hard nubbin. Causing her to whisper in her excitement. “Yes daddy, please daddy please, I’ve always wanted you to do this to me.” I almost didn’t hear her but then she exploded in her orgasm — which nearly deafened me. “OH DADDY, DADDY, YES, YES, YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSssssssssss!” The last sounding like air rushing out of a balloon. This time she did collapse falling backwards like a rag doll. I’m not sure how many orgasms she’d had during her time in bondage but I think each one was better than the last. I laid her back on the bed and went to the bathroom again, this time to get a bath towel to wipe over her body, I found some cream in the bathroom cabinet — it was over 6 years old but should still help her. I returned to Wendy’s room to find that Amanda was still unconscious, but her breathing was strong so I wasn’t worried — I did have pictures of having to rush her to hospital ‘and how did she get into this state sir?’ ‘Well doctor after I untied her from her bondage and fingered her slit she collapsed!’ added with the sounds of police sirens and clanging of cell doors! — I was glad that that scenario wasn’t going to happen. I surrounded her body with the bath sheet and gently rubbed her dry, I looked at her breasts — they were still red both from the rough rope and my administering to them, I took the cream and started to cover them in the stuff, then massaged it into her flesh, feeling them harden under my touch again, maybe that wasn’t a good idea after all! I picked up a blouse from the new clothing and put her arms through the sleeves and buttoned it up. I then found her yellow knickers and threaded her feet through the holes and drew the garment up her legs to cover her properly. Then I picked up a pair of jeans, which I also managed to dress her in. “Thank you daddy John.” Amanda said when I had finished. I looked into her smiling face, “You were awake all the time?” I asked her. “Oh yes daddy John, it felt so good when you were rubbing my tits, I nearly came again. And then when you dressed me it made me feel so young again, I could almost picture my dad doing that for me.” She moved to get up. “OW! That hurts!” She said clutching at her chest. “What’s wrong?” I asked her concerned. “My tits, they’re rubbing on the blouse and they’re so sensitive that it hurts me!” She said her hands going to the buttons on the blouse. “Oh no you don’t!” I told her holding her hands, “that’s part of your punishment, you’ve got to remain fully clothed during dinner, I’m starting to get distracted by your lack of clothing.” “You mean that?” She asked me and then looked down at her blouse, “But I’ve hardly anything there at the moment.” I smiled at her, “Don’t rush yourself Amanda, they’ll soon grow and then you’ll be beating the boys away with a whip.” I said. “Will you buy me one please daddy John?” She asked me a pleading tone in her voice. But I shook my head, “No way! That’s for your mother to do; she’s fully responsible for you.” “Pleaseeee, daddy John.” She started to look at me with those eyes again. Something inside me melted, “We’ll see. I don’t really earn that much you know.” I picked her up off the bed seeing her face wince slightly as the fabric of her blouse brushed against her breasts. “I’m going to turn this tape off now mummy. I’ll replace it with a new one.” She said to the camera and picked it up as I passed by holding her in my arms. “So where do you work daddy John?” Amanda asked me as I started to walk down the stairs. So I found myself telling Amanda that I worked for a computer company that was a branch of some American conglomerate, how it was my job to anticipate the next generation of chips that would be needed, how my boss was siphoning off some of the budget for his own little nest-egg and blaming problems on his staff. She did seem interested when I told her the name of the company — no I’m not going to mention it here. But then went back to moaning about her blouse. “No buts Amanda, you are wearing that and that’s final!” I told her as I dropped her into her, padded, chair. The oven gave a ‘ping’ telling me that if I left the food in any longer it would be charcoal. I removed the trays and started putting them onto plates. “Hey daddy John, you can eat them from the trays you know.” Amanda said, I just looked at her and tilted my head. “I’ve heard that as well. But this way it seems like a proper meal!” and continued arranging the food on the plate. I put the two plates on the table and then got out the cutlery. Amanda quickly aimed the camera at her dinner, “There you are mummy, that’s how he wants to eat his meals” and then she quietly added, “That’s if you want to stay with him!” “Amanda, it’s not right for you to try to be a matchmaker. Your mother was already married once as was I. Do you think we want to make the same mistake again?” “But daddy John . . .” Amanda started to say but I just looked at her and shook my head. “Okay daddy John… I tried mummy.” She then turned off the camera and I heard the whiz of the tape as it rewound in the transport. We ate the meal in silence; actually it wasn’t too bad, not as much cardboard as I normally expect to eat. I took the plates away and found some ice-cream in the freezer — it was still edible and quickly vanished. Amanda looked expectantly at me. “Daddy John, has dinner finished?” She asked me. I sensed a trap but like a blind fool said, “Apart from the washing up, yes.” “Goody!” Amanda said and started to unbutton her blouse. “What are you doing?” I asked her, but that was a daft question in itself. “You said that I had to wear this for dinner . . . well dinners over so I can take it off. You did say that!” She said watching me. I counted to 10 — slowly. Then I mentally went over what I had said. She was right I did only say dinner, I never mentioned afterwards. So I nodded. “Yes Amanda that was what I said, but what if someone visits us, how’s it going to look with a half naked girl in the house?” I tried to appeal to her better nature — more fool me! “Well I could always take everything off as well?” She compromised (!) “That would be even worse! What if you had a tee-shirt handy? Would that be easier for you?” I asked her. She regarded my face and agreed that it might be better for us both if she kept it handy “So . . . what do you want to do now?” I then asked her. “Well I’ll help you with the drying up and then can we just sit down and relax? I’m feeling kinda tired for some reason.” She asked me. I nodded and put the plates in the sink. ---- It was 15 minutes later and we were sitting in the living room. The television was on, but we both agreed that it wasn’t very good. “Do you want to watch a film?” I asked her. She had a thoughtful look on her face so I tipped my head to one side and added, “Pleeeaaasssee?” She giggled and then nodded her head. I got up and picked out a Carry On film — Carry on Camping. I started the film running and sat back in my chair. Immediately Amanda decided to sit with me — or rather on me — and leant back onto my chest, giggling at the film within the film about a girl at Paradise camp (a nudist camping club — please note camping means under canvas) Amanda looked up at me, “Mummy goes to a place like that, but not in tents we have an apartment. All those people without clothes and everything bouncing about!” She giggled and then sighed, “And that feels nice as well.” I looked at her and realised that my hands had started to roam over her small form as she rested against me. I went to pull them away but Amanda help onto them and pressed them against her chest. “But Amanda . . .” I started to say. “Please daddy John, I like you doing that to me, I don’t think there’s anything wrong in it, and I want you to do it!” she said forcibly. I didn’t answer but gently moved my hands over her chest. ---- I came to . . . the film was showing the girls exercising and Barbara Windsor’s bra had just flown into Kenneth William’s face when the phone rang. Amanda jumped in my arms and then looked at me sheepishly. I held onto her and got up from my chair, I then put her down on the floor and went into the kitchen. “Hello?” I said into the handset. “John? Did I dial the right number?” It was Janet, and from the noise on the line she was on a mobile. “Hello Janet, where are you?” I asked her as Amanda came running from the living room. “I’m at 30,000 feet but don’t know exactly where I am, how’s Amanda?” There wasn’t anything threatening in her voice, just a general enquiry. “She’s fine, in fact she’s right here trying to grab the phone.” I said and passed the handset to Amanda. “Hello mummy . . . Great! Daddy John’s just wonderful, he makes me go all .. . sorry mummy I forgot . . . yes mummy . . . no mummy . . . we got the supplies and we have used some of them . . . oh you’ll see. . . . Okay mummy, bye.” And she handed the phone back to me, but her head was down. “John?” “Yes Janet?” “I want to thank you for looking after Amanda for me, I don’t know what I would have done . . . We both owe you.” Janet said. “Hey now Janet, it’s something anyone would have done, and Amanda is no trouble at all.” A comment which got me a smile and a hug from Amanda. “We’re watching an old video film at the moment.” “Oh? I would have thought you’d be doing something else?” Was Janet’s comment. “Oh no, for some reason Amanda’s all tuckered out and wanted to relax for a bit, but from the way she looking at me I think she’s recovered enough for some more.” I said looking at Amanda’s smiling face. “That’s good, she needs lots of exercise . . . Sorry John, I have to go, someone else wants to use this phone, I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun both of you.” “Well I think Amanda will but I’m not sure about me though” I said “Just throw yourself into the part, you might find it fun, bye.” Janet finished, I found myself saying ‘bye’ into a silent phone. I turned to see Amanda watching me closely. “So! What do you want to do? See the end of the film or . . .” I didn’t finish the question as Amanda had dashed off to the kitchen and then returned with the camera, she was slotting a new battery into it and had a wrapped tape in her mouth. “Well . . . I suppose that’s answered that question. I’ll have to watch the end of the film myself . . . just later!” I said as I started to walk upstairs. |