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HITCHHIKER [ part 12 ] I fixed a light supper for the two of us, I also found out some lotions that had been left behind, I knew from the way she had been acting that Amanda would be very sore between her legs. I picked up a large towel and took it with me up the stairs to Wendy's room. I could hear a slight knocking on the door as Amanda kept on moving her body, trying to achieve another orgasm from the ropes. I knocked on the door, in out of respect for her privacy, but to warn her that I was going to open the door. I gently pushed the door open and entered the room. Amanda was, unsurprisingly, in the same position on the door. Her arms up by her neck and her legs hanging down . . . limply? I raised her up and away from the hook. I placed her on the bed, her eyes were closed, I checked her pulse. Strong but fast. She was alright. I moved away from the bed and repositioned the camera to give a good view of the bed and Amanda's reclined body. I then quickly untied the rope around her chest, this allowed the double ropes to loosen. Again I found that both had been tightly held inside her little slit. Placing lotion on her skin, and my hands, I began to remove them. This time her state helped me as I quickly took out the top rope. As I had though, her pelvic area was greatly red from the chafing of the ropes. The next problem was to retrieve the second piece of rope without hurting her. But I had to resort to near brute force, quickly pulling it away from her body, I heard her give a slight whimper as I did this. I took some lotion and covered her slit with it, I then allowed my fingers to shallowly enter her to massage the sore patched within, while I was doing this I noticed her hips began moving towards me as if encouraging me to go deeper, but I pulled away before I could hurt her. Satisfied that I'd done everything possible to help her I turned her over, again the ropes had affected her here as well, I poured lotion into her arse-cheeks, she sighed again when I stopped my ministrations. I then checked Amanda's body for any marks, except where the rope was tightly drawn into her body by the hooks, but these marks were faint and fading. But I started to work the lotion into her back before turning her over again. Her eyes were open now and she was smiling at me. "That feels so nice daddy." She said, "Touch me again, please daddy." She asked me, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling closer to her body, she made it focus on her immature clit and slit, "Please daddy!" She begged. I couldn't help myself, her pleas touched me somewhere, my hand passed over her clit and then my fingers entered her slit, I rubbed my thumb over the small raised bump of her clit. I watched as her hips raised themselves up to meet me, her hands went down to keep mine in place as if she didn't want me ever to stop. Three times she shook and went rigid as her orgasms hit her. Then she weakly cried out "enough please no more." So I pulled my hand away from her, she again grabbed for it, this time she brought my hand to her mouth, kissing it and then sucking on it tasting her juices still on them. She licked her lips and smiled again, "I do like that daddy John." She said weakly. I smiled at her, "Well if you're ready I've got some food read downstairs, after that I thin you'd better have a shower to remove your sweat, then bed, alright?" She pouted when I said bed, but then nodded her head, "Yes daddy John." She then got up from her back and then kissed me on my lips. "I love you daddy John." She told me. ---- She quickly ate her meal, as well as most of mine, she was so hungry after all that time . . . I was going to say 'just hanging there!' but of course she'd been doing a lot more than that! She went upstairs without question and I heard the sound of the shower starting up, then I heard her call out. "DADDY JOHN! There's someone watching me!" I quickly ran up the stairs to where Amanda was standing to the side of the window. "Where are they honey?" I asked her, but then I caught the flash of a lens or something from the house across from me. I ran to Wendy's room and turned on the camera. "We've a peeping tom. They're at number 5, can you deal with them?" I felt stupid just talking to the camera, but was relieved when I was answered by a car horn. I returned to the bathroom and closed the curtains tightly, taking a quick glance out of the window. I saw a young woman walking to the house opposite, a radio in her hands. Amanda stayed beside the window, still scared. "It's alright Amanda; now carry on with your shower." I said gently taking her hand and leading her to the shower. I lifted her up and onto the floor of the shower. "Please daddy John?" She asked me holding out the soap and pouting again. I sighed, I couldn't resist her eyes. I took the soap and nodded; Amanda smiled and stepped back into the flow of water. I started to soap up my hand and started to move them over her body. She giggled as my hands passed over her ribs and stomach, there was nothing sexual in this, at least not on my part, but Amanda started to push herself against my touch. "No Amanda! I'm afraid we haven't got time." She tilted her head at that but allowed me to continue to clean her off. When she was satisfied I turned off the water and lifted her out of the shower, quickly drying her off and sending her to Wendy's room to dress. "Wear underwear this time, we're going to be facing some questions!" I told her, I'd noticed the blue flashing lights pulling up earlier. I quickly changed my clothes and went downstairs, I looked out of my living room window, a crowd had gathered around the police cars and the open door where an officer was standing. Beside him was a young woman in plain clothes. Mrs. Wilson then appeared in the doorway along with a WPC and a camera. "Why are you treating me like this? It's HIM . . . that bastard over there . . . Diana told me about HIM!" Diana, that was my former wife's name. Thinking about it the Wilson's used to be friends of ours, but when my wife left they went cold on me . . . now I know why! "HE'S A PERVERT . . . HAVING A NAKED KID IN HIS HOUSE! WHY DIDN'T YOU ARREST HIM EARLIER WHEN I CALLED?" So that was the answer for the caller I had earlier. The police woman bundled Mrs. Wilson into the car along with the strange woman. I saw Sonja also leaving the house and I beckoned her over. She went to knock on the door but I opened it before she could do so. "Thanks Sonja, I didn't know what to do." I said as she entered the house. "You should have seen her room, stacks of books detailing your life. Did you know you had a stalker?" Sonja asked me as she closed the front door. She then placed her fingers under my jaw and closed my mouth for me. "I take it that's a no!" She said. "But why?" I voiced my thoughts. "We'll have to find that out later, when Jodie sits in on her interview." Sonja told me. "Jodie was the one in the car?" I asked. "Yes, she said the action beforehand was quite good, she especially liked the way you soothed Amanda afterwards." I hung my head, "So when do you hand me over to the police?" I asked her. "For what? I mean that's what my daddy did for me, and look where I am!" Sonja said smiling. I'm afraid my mouth was open again. Sonja laughed at my reaction. "You'll have to remember people are brought up differently in different places. Where I grew up people are stricter, but we know we're loved by our families." I gave a small smile, "Yes, it's good to know you're loved." I said softly. The look she gave me was a strange one, not pity exactly, but close enough. A noise from the stairs made us both look up. There was Amanda in a skirt and blouse, white socks and, after I got a brief glimpse, pale blue knickers. "Daddy John said I have to be dressed in case there were questions." Amanda said to us both. "15!" Was all Sonja said, at which Amanda pouted again. "It's only you and daddy John here! I made sure of that!" Amanda argued. I thought I knew what was meant, "But Amanda, what if someone was listening?" I said to her gently She looked at me and then back at Sonja, "I'm sorry, but I did check, honest!" She said. Sonja nodded slightly. "Alright Amanda, but try to be more careful, okay?" Amanda dropped her head and nodded, just then there was a knock on the front door, Amanda looked at me in shock. "Amanda into the living room! Don't even open the door until either Sonja or I call you." She quickly obeyed me. I opened the front door; it was the same policeman who had accosted me earlier. "Mr. Argent, do you mind if I come in?" He asked. "I have to ask you and Amanda some questions regarding the problem across the way there." He said as I allowed him in and closed the door behind him. We went into the living room where Amanda was watching the television. The officer sat down on a chair, I sat on the sofa and Amanda sat beside me. Sonja sat to the side of the officer and reached into her bag. "Mr. Argent I have to ask you these questions, please understand I mean nothing by them." He produced a notebook and read from it. "Can you tell me why Amanda was undressed when she entered that room?" "That particular room happens to be a bathroom." I said evenly "Yes, Daddy John told me to take a shower after my nap, he was downstairs and I didn't want to get my clothes wet, anyway when I'm at home I often run around naked . . . it's just this square won't allow me to here!" She added looking at me. The officer looked up at her words but I stepped in. "Amanda I've already told you, I'm not related to you and while you're under my roof I expect you to remain dressed!" Amanda thumped me on the arm and turned to the officer, "I mean how can I stay with him if all he does is make me stay dressed all the time?" The officer started to stutter a reply when I looked at him, "If you want she can stay with you!" I said seriously, but he shook his head. "No way . . . I've enough trouble with my two year old." He then gathered his thoughts. "We have a report that you entered the room while the young lady," Amanda preened herself when she heard that, "was still in there naked. Any comments on that?" Amanda spoke up at that point, "I was about to get into the shower when there was a flicker of light from across the road. I could see somebody looking at me and I called for daddy John." The officer's eyes looked up at her name for me, but I carried on from that point. "When I heard her call I immediately went to help her, what she was or wasn't wearing didn't register to me. I went to help her as I would anyone in trouble. As soon as she told me the problem I closed the curtain and contacted Sonja's partner." "And then what?" The officer prompted. "Well Amanda took her shower and I went downstairs." I told him - well it was near the truth. Sonja then broke in, "Officer I understand that this Mrs. Wilson made a statement in which she said she called the police earlier, may I ask if any action is being made by the police in regards to this malicious call?" The officer shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't answer that at the moment, it will be up to my superintendent." Sonja nodded her head and made a note on her pad, I hadn't noticed before but she also had a note of his questions and our answers, it seems that the officer also hadn't noticed that either. "Was there anything else officer? Because it's quite late and I'd like Amanda to go to bed now!" I asked. "That's not fair!" Amanda pouted, "When I'm at home on a Saturday I'm allowed to stay up late!" I turned to her, "And your mother is coming here tomorrow to pick you up, she wants you to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when she arrives. Now bed!" I told her she looked to Sonja who held up her hands. "I've told you already, don't bring me into your arguments." She said smiling. The officer stood up as Amanda did, she looked expectantly at him, "Hey, don't bring me into this." He turned to me, "No, Mr. Argent, that's all I had to ask. You may be called to give evidence, but to tell you the truth I don't think that'll happen." Sonja shook her head, "Well officer, I afraid that Amanda will be out of the country in a few days time." "Well yes, so I understand, but Mr. Argent may be interested in what Mrs. Wilson has to say, that's if what she was shouting at the station is admissible?" He added before reaching for the front door. "I'll see you later possibly, goodbye." I wished him goodnight and went back to the living room, I looked at Amanda and raised an eyebrow, she glared at me. "I thought you were joking!" She exclaimed, I pointed to the door and she stomped out of the room and up the stairs. "Did she have a nice shower?" Sonja asked me. "I believe she did, she was smiling anyway." I said with a straight face. "Did you lie to that policeman?" She asked me, I just kept quiet. "You're going to have to be careful about that!" She said and checked her watch, "I'd better be going as well . . . You wouldn't happen to have a spare key I could borrow, would you?" I didn't question her, but handed over a key from the mantelpiece, "Here you are, it hasn't been used for some time, but should still work." I told her, she smiled her thanks and left. I remained downstairs, trying to watch a film on BBC1, but I just wasn't interested. I decided to call it a night. I looked in to Wendy's room, Amanda was in the bed, her back to me, I supposed she was still miffed at me. I crept in and kissed her goodnight and heard a mumbled 'ight'. And then I went to my own bedroom, undressed and went to bed. ---- I was woken by a crying noise coming from my doorway, I turned to face Amanda, dressed in a nightdress and tears in her eyes, "Daddy John, I'm sorry . . . mummy told I had to do what you told me . . . and I was going to disobey you . . . I'm really sorry." She was sobbing as she said this. I smiled, although she couldn't see it. "That's okay Amanda, part of being you is arguing with adults, I did understand, now go back to bed." "Daddy John . . . I'm scared, can I sleep with you?" She asked, it took me all of three seconds. "Okay, but no funny stuff, understand?" I said to her. "Thanks Daddy!" She said and went to remove her nightdress, until I stopped her. "Keep it on, it's a cold night." She didn't answer but climbed into the bed with me. I made sure she was asleep before I could safely sleep myself. ---- Some time later I was greeted with the sound of my bedroom door opening, and a female voice saying. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?" |