WENDY

BY CORNER GHOST
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[ part 15 ]

Wendy was surprised when Little Cat appeared with a large fluffy towel - not the fact that she brought it out, it was that Elizabeth herself started drying Wendy with it and seemed to be examining Wendy’s body as she did so.

Which is what Elizabeth was doing, checking Wendy for signs of continued abuse at the hands of her mother, she knew that John wouldn’t have been the cause of them, apart from the newly broken hymen he hadn’t really done much to Wendy that hadn’t be forced on the girl before. She wanted to be sure that John’s story about last night was true, but from what she had seen of Wendy the girl was a natural submissive, ready to fall into any sexual activity while seemingly not knowing what she was doing.

She shook her head, this girl would certainly fit in around here and it would be a stabilising factor for both Amanda and Janet to have John with them. But that would be in the future and if Janet or Amanda could persuade him.

Elizabeth kept the towel around Wendy and hugged the girl close to her, “Feeling better?” She asked Wendy who wordlessly nodded her head, “Good. Now come with me.” Elizabeth hooked the towel around Wendy and then took her hand, walking to Elizabeth’s office.

There was a overlarge padded armchair into which Wendy sank, somehow the size didn’t frighten her, the fabric was soft and warm, she felt protected. Elizabeth sat beside her on another chair, although not as soft as Wendy’s it was the way she preferred it.

“Before we start Wendy I have to ask you this, are you happy living with your father? Or would you prefer to live with someone else?” Elizabeth asked the question softly. But Wendy started to cry, she knew if she said something that her daddy would be taken away, why did she have to tell Little Cat? Why? “Wendy what’s wrong? Please tell me.”

“My . . . mummy . . . told me . . . if I said anything . . . she’d be taken . . . away . . . and I told . . . Little Cat . . . how daddy . . . daddy looked . . . after me . . . and you’re . . . going to . . . to . . .” Wendy started to break down.

“Oh no, no Wendy, I didn’t mean like that . . . please nobody is going to take your daddy away.” Wendy looked at Elizabeth as she spoke and Elizabeth held her hands, “I promise you this. No-one will do anything against your father.”

Wendy looked at Elizabeth, “Yo . . . you promised.” Elizabeth nodded her head and allowed Wendy to cry herself out.

“I’m sorry Wendy I didn’t mean to scare you like that, I was only asking if you wanted to stay with your father?” Elizabeth said softly.

“Yes . . . yes I want to stay with him, I feel safe with him. He’s my daddy.” Wendy said equally quietly.

“And you love him?” Elizabeth asked, Wendy nodded she didn’t want to say a word, just in case Elizabeth was lying to her.

“Did you enjoy last night?” The question was a bombshell to Wendy, she started crying again. “Wendy . . . it’s alright your father told me about last night, how you and Amanda tricked him into being restrained and that you climbed on top of him.”

“He didn’t know it was me . . . he thought it was Amanda, it wasn’t his fault.” Wendy said.

“I’m not blaming your father or you - really Wendy; I just want to be sure that you’re not being forced to allow your father to do these things to you.”

“He didn’t . . . he didn’t. Honest. It was just something that I wanted to do. It was just that I didn’t want HIM to do it!” Wendy gave such an emphasis to the word him that Elizabeth knew she didn’t mean John Argent.

“Who is he Wendy? What is his name?” Elizabeth pushed the question.

“I wouldn’t call HIM daddy! HE wasn’t my daddy! My daddy was a nice man HE wasn’t! I told myself I’d never call HIM daddy!” Wendy said, rocking her body as she did so.

Elizabeth paused, this was the lynch-pin for Wendy. She had to identify the source of her fears. Elizabeth made a note – find out Wendy’s step-father’s name! It was a pity that the information wasn’t with Wendy’s file . . . No more than a pity it was almost criminal! Almost as if someone was hiding the truth. It was a hindrance and would mean more work, some of it almost detective style work.

“It’s alright Wendy, don’t worry about him . . . now just tell me about your mother, I know she probably said that you shouldn’t talk to anyone about her or what she’s done to you, but you have to, other wise it will just hurt you to hold it in.”

“But how can not speaking hurt me?” Wendy asked.

“Oh not a visible, painful thing . . . but you’ll worry about what to hide when to speak and when to keep quiet. And after some time you’ll get so confused that you’re lightly to just freeze up and be too scared to talk to anyone again. I don’t want that happening to you.” Elizabeth said earnestly to Wendy.

Wendy looked wide eyed at Elizabeth, “Do you mean that?” She asked.

“I’m afraid I do. I don’t want you to turn out like that, so please will you tell me?” Elizabeth almost begged the girl.

Wendy considered Elizabeth’s words, she didn’t want to be so frightened and she felt that Elizabeth was someone she could trust so she nodded and gathered her thoughts. “Well one day mummy told me we were moving . . . she didn’t say why! Daddy was away, I think he was working. Mummy had some clothes in a case and she just took my arm and we left the house.

“I asked mummy what was happening, I’m not certain what she said except that it was something about being better off without daddy . . . we got to a house, I wasn’t sure where it was as I’d never been there before. I remember mummy kissing the man who opened the door and then he lifted me up and looked at me, he smelt of ash and something sour, I didn’t like the way his hands were touching my . . . my bott . . . my ass.” Wendy looked at Elizabeth just in case she wanted to tell her off.

“It’s okay Wendy, I’m used to many names, ass, tush, fanny, bum, botty. It doesn’t bother me.” Elizabeth said smiling “it doesn’t matter what you call it, just as long as you’re comfortable with the word.”

Wendy nodded, “his hands were over my ass and he was smiling at me, a hungry smile now I think about it but I didn’t know what it was then. He turned to mummy and said that I was going to be perfect . . . I didn’t understand what he meant then but I didn’t like it.”

“Mummy took me upstairs to a bedroom and unpacked a few of my clothes, she took the rest of them with her. At first it was alright, but then mummy told me that daddy had been bad and that was why we’d moved out . . . she also started to wash my hair with some dark stuff, she said it would make me look better . . .” Elizabeth looked closely at Wendy’s hair, there was a band of corn-gold near the roots.

“Would you prefer to return to your normal hair colour?” Elizabeth asked, Wendy thought for a few seconds, she hated the smell of that stuff and her hair seemed to reek of it.

“I wouldn’t mind, I hate this dark colour! But I can’t remember what my colour was like.”

Elizabeth smiled, “I know someone who’s an expert, we can visit her later if you want. But what happened next?”

Wendy drew in a breath and then continued, “Nothing much happened, except I was expected to be in their bedroom when they were together, I had to watch him and her as she sucked on his pe. . .penis, she said he liked it. Then I watched while he pushed it into her pu . . . pussy.”

“If you feel uncomfortable with the words you can use others if you want.” Elizabeth said softly.

“No . . . mummy used those words and I don’t want to be like her! I want to call a pouchy a pussy and botty an ass!” Wendy said so fiercely that Elizabeth had to hide a smile.

“There are times when childish names are better, but I do agree, you are your own person, not a clone of somebody else.” Elizabeth said calmly.

“So why do I find it so hard to say the names. Pr. . .prick, co. . .cock, pu. . .pussy I can’t say them out loud.” Wendy said.

“Don’t force yourself, just say the words you’re comfortable with . . . be yourself.” Elizabeth told her, “Now when did the ‘bad things’ start?” Although she had a quick report from Little Cat she needed Wendy to talk.

“Well it was when I was eight that mummy started to talk to me about how it was my duty to make HIM happy . . . that I’d have to start to show HIM my body and to prepare myself to pleasure HIM. I knew what she wanted me to do because I’d had to watch them both every night. She wanted me to use my mouth on HIS cock and then my pussy as well. But for some reason HE didn’t want that just yet, HE kept on saying that when I started to bleed HE’d ‘do me’. It’s only now after what my daddy said that I know what he wanted . . . well HE’ll never get that from me, not now!” She finished up with a satisfied smile on her face.

“You mean now that your father has taken it, was that the real reason why you gave him your virginity?” Elizabeth asked.

“HE always said that HE’d never be caught . . . that was one night when mummy asked him if he was worried. HE was busy touching me as always. I was in their room to get my nightdress. All my clothes were kept in their bedroom then. I was supposed to undress and dress in front of them.”

“When did you first suck his penis?” Elizabeth asked gently.

“It was that night, mummy told me that HE wanted to see that I was happy to please HIM, she gave me a bath – I was never allowed to wash myself alone. And then she took me into HIS bedroom. HE was sitting on his bed, undressed and smiling . . . I didn’t like his smile, mummy pushed me to him and made me kneel down on the floor in front of HIM. Then I had to . . . touch HIS cock . . . and then kiss it. HE moaned because I made a face and mummy took me back into the bathroom. She started to smack me and told me I was bad, that I’d end up like my daddy, dead and alone.” Wendy started to cry with the memory.

“She told you that John, you father, was dead?” Elizabeth asked her.

Wendy nodded, “She told me that when I was younger, and kept on telling me that while I was with her. I didn’t understand why until daddy came for me at the hospital.” Wendy smiled at the memory, “I didn’t recognise him until he crossed his heart, then I knew that mummy lied so that I wouldn’t try to run away from her. She wanted me to forget about daddy so that I’d live with her and that man!”

“So after she smacked you what did she do?” Elizabeth prompted her.

“She told me that if I didn’t please him that HE would throw me out on the street, where bad men would attack me and hurt me, she said I was ungrateful for what HE had done for me. Then she made me go back into their bedroom where HE was still waiting, his cock was stiff then and had stuff on top of it. Mummy made me kneel down again but then she got some rope and tied my legs together so that I couldn’t get up.

“HE then put HIS hands onto my head and pulled it to his cock. I went to move my hands but mummy then grabbed them and tied them behind me. Mummy told me that all I had to do was to kiss HIS cock (she called it his tummy stick) and then to put my mouth over it. She told me that if I even thought about biting HIM she would give me such a spanking that I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a year!

“As HIS cock went into my mouth HE pushed his hands on my head so that I couldn’t back away. Mummy was telling me to show HIM how much I liked his attentions to me. Then HE started to move my head up and down until he squirted some stuff into my mouth. Mummy told me to swallow it to show HIM that I would do whatever HE wanted me to do.” Wendy said and started to cry again, Elizabeth decided to have a short break at that point.

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In the boardroom Janet started to giggle as I held her. “You’ve no idea how much I wanted something like that to happen here.” She said between laughing and giggling.

“I’m glad I could help you, but I’m not sure why I did.” I said.

“You knew I wanted to be punished and it was the only way to do it, and on the table as well, I’ll never be able to attend a meeting without thinking about it!” She said smiling, “Tell me John are you attracted to young girls? Or could you see you way to dealing with a woman?” She asked.

I shook my head in amazement, “Hold on, I’m not really attracted to girls, it’s just that Amanda pestered me into doing it, and anyway you gave me your permission . . . But I must admit that I wouldn’t have said no it the situation was different. But I do find you attractive Janet.” I finished saying.

“Oh goody, I did hope you’d say that, I have to admit that I have been active with Amanda, does that shock you?” Janet said watching me closely.

“If you’d asked me a year ago then I would have said yes, but after last night how could I be shocked? I’m not surprised though; there have been certain clues from Amanda and your attitudes.” I said.

“You’re taking it very well I must say . . . shall we get coffee?” Janet asked, I looked wistfully at the table which she noticed and started laughing again. “I don’t think so . . . well, not yet anyway, come on.” She said and stood up walking to the door, which I noticed was slightly ajar.

We entered the cafeteria area and I met up with Sally and an equally beautiful young lady who was introduced as Sophie, I glanced at Janet who confirmed that this was her secretary.

Janet introduced me to Sophie who blushed as she shook my hand, “I hope we didn’t cause you any concern earlier Sophie?” I asked her and she stammered out a reply – it’s nice to cause others to stammer this time.

Sally however was watching Janet closely and smiling – obviously Sophie had been telling stories, she came up to me and whispered into my ear, “Thank you Mr. Argent, whatever you did to Mrs. Jones worked! She’s normally a silent mess after a meeting with those girls.”

This opened up the next subject for me, “Just how did those three girls become involved with the company anyway?” I asked nobody in particular.

“Oh it was something that the town council initiated. We had . . . a breakthrough in one of the classes. Somehow the girls were organised into a research team, they’ve advanced so far that they’re the main consultation group for the whole of the town.” Sally said.

“And they go under the name Project Purple?” I asked.

“Yes, it was because of the name of the teacher who was there, A Mr. Purple.” Sophie added.

“He must have been some influence on them, how many years did he stay with them?” I asked.

“One week – but not the whole week, he arrived during that Jones incident . . . Not Mrs. Jones here, but another Jones . . . it’s rather a well used name around here I’m afraid.” Sophie said apologetically, “You’ve heard of the Jones Corporation I take it?” She asked, I nodded remembering the fuss a couple of years ago when there was an attempted takeover of that company and the sudden disappearance of the temporary CEO before the family took it over. “Well Amanda Jones was given the task of forming the class into a consultation group and to organise all the firms here in Ropeville to compliment each other – it’s worked out well, we get co-operation with other firms here and this is extended through the company.”

“That’s supposed to be highly secret John; I hope you won’t pass it on outside of the company?” Janet said while looking meaningly at Sophie, who had the good sense to look suitably chastised.

“I promise Janet that whatever I’m told here will never pass my lips, but it does strike me that Ropeville is creating some sort of monopoly, I mean with the subsidiaries around the world you could get a noose-hold onto any country’s economy.” I said

“Oh we’d never do that . . . at least not unless we had to!” Sally said mysteriously, and there was a strange tone to her voice.

“They’re so knowledgeable about things if we have a problem they always seem to be able to suggest solutions. You know since they started giving their advice we’ve improved production by over 75%” Sophie said and I could tell she was trying to change the subject, so I filed it away for future reference and allowed myself to be diverted.

“That much? It must mean that the company is expanding.” I said looking at Janet.

“We are, you’ve no idea how much pressure it’s putting on me. Some days I get home so . . . well never mind, currently I’m on reduced duties.” Janet said.

“You should delegate more, spread out the load.” I said.

“That’s something I’m looking into.” She said giving a slight smile

“How’s your daughter getting on Mr. Argent?” Sophie asked.

“Please I don’t respond well to Mr. Argent, can’t you all call me John?” I said and then added, “Wendy’s doing fine. She’s with Elizabeth at the moment.”

“Oh she’s very good. I mean there are others around but she’s one of the best, she’s in safe hands there.” Sally said, I could tell there was a graduate of Elizabeth’s class there.

“Good.” I said realising that anything more I could say might be taken the wrong way so I decided to look like a fool and keep my mouth shut. (Rather than open it and remove all doubt!) We finished coffee and then I looked at Sophie, “Is there anything else that Janet here needs to do?” I asked her – secretaries know more than their employers.

Sophie didn’t look at Janet, “Not really John, she’s already arranged the next meeting of the Purple project and most of her work can be done by the next in charge . . .”

“But I’m needed here.” Janet protested.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me, I think you should take a break!” I said, “If you can let who-ever it is know that Janet is going to be off for the next day and a half, she’s showing me around town.” I said.

“Yes Mr. Argent!” Sophie said smiling and she left the table.

“I’m not leaving here like that John!” Janet hissed to me.

I turned to face her and then rubbed my hand. “You’re really certain about that? You don’t want to dare me . . . again?” I asked her.

Janet blushed and I noticed that Sally was smiling away now – yes the story had been passed on I could tell. “Very well John. But what are we going to do?” She asked making Sally choke on her coffee.

“I was hoping you’ll be taking me on a tour of the town, I really need to get some American money! I can’t depend on the company to pay for everything.” I said.

“As long as you’re here John, the company is going to pay for you, I won’t hear another word on that!” Janet was adamant. Sally was agreeing with her, and so I had to admit defeat.

“Alright then, but I want some money for other things, so I need to visit a bank anyway. That will be our first stop!”

And so the day went on with Janet showing me the sights of Ropeville, we also detoured to visit the hotel where we found both Abe and Joyce.

“Hey you’re alright, how’s your daughter . . . Rachael wasn’t it?” Joyce asked. I tried to correct her but she then carried on, “Jonathan’s doing so well out there don’t you think?” I followed her pointing finger to where I could make out the naked boy, his hands holding . . . no, I looked closer. Large glove type affairs were gripping a tennis racket and he was trying to avoid and to hit tennis balls that were being fired at him, several red marks showed where he failed in both cases.

“He’s got to learn how to return the balls while his hands are encased in those training gloves, it also teaches his hands the correct grip. Oh he’s been hit again, that’s going to mean another 10 minutes in the training program, when he gets up again.” The ball had struck him . . . lets say I wouldn’t like to be hit there, and he was doubled up on the ground.

I must admit that we cut the visit short, “It’s not all like that John, they have other programs that involve the children in adventures, or other sports. They also have remedial programs for those children that are hard to control, very successful I understand.” Janet said picking up a brochure for me.

We arrived back at Janet’s house where Amanda was waiting for us along with a blonde haired girl, Janet placed her hands on her hips. “Amanda, you know I said no sleepovers until Wendy is used to us!” She said.

The blonde girl started to giggle, and I recognised it. “It’s me mummy Janet, Wendy!”