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HITCHHIKER [ part 11 ] The sound of ‘Rock and Roll is King’ was coming from the speakers, bringing us out of our nap. The rugby had finished and the news was on the television. Then a picture of Amanda showed on the screen, I turned up the sound to hear what was being said. “. . . was abducted from her home in America with the report Charlotte Mitchell.” The screen changed to show a woman standing outside a hotel in the town. “Amanda Jones had been smuggled into England by Mr. John Anderton, who had been employed by her father who was divorced from Amanda’s mother. She was brought to this Hotel where the two men met. Whilst here Amanda managed to escape from them, she was able to contact a friend of the family who then contacted the police, In the meantime, by a strange twist of fate, her father David Jones was in the police station reporting Amanda as missing, a subsequent check to the FBI revealed that a search for Amanda, who had been made a ward of court in her home town, was underway. The two men were arrested on behalf of the FBI on a warrant of kidnap and contempt of court. Amanda is reported as well and staying with the family friend under supervision of the American FBI. Both Mr David Jones and Mr. John Anderton are now in custody pending an extradition hearing to be held somewhen next week. Back to the studio . . .” I turned the sound down and looked at the smiling girl. “So I’m a friend of the family am I?” I asked her. She nodded her head, “Of course you are daddy John, the best friend our family has!” and she hugged me again. “Doesn’t it make you feel sad that your father in behind bars?” I asked her. She shook her head, “Not really, he knew that I didn’t want to stay with him, but he wouldn’t listen to mummy or me which was why we asked for the town’s protection.” She looked puzzled for a moment, “I don’t know why they didn’t stop that man from taking me . . . they should have done.” She stopped talking and looked at me, “What shall we do now daddy John?” She asked me. I looked at the time and then said, “Well I think you need something to eat now, you are still a growing girl.” I said smiling. She cocked her head onto one side and then a crafty thought seemed to pass her eyes, and she then lifted up her tee-shirt to reveal her forming breasts. “Yes I am, aren’t I daddy John?” She said laughing. I shook my head before grabbing hold of her and pulling her over my lap. “Young ladies do not uncover their chests in front of elder people.” I told her and gave her three smacks onto her backside, which was nicely uncovered for my attention. She stood back up and smiled at me — she still had the cheek to smile! — “Alright daddy John, I’ll be careful of the oldsters!” She said and dodged backwards out of my reach. “You know Amanda, you’ll be the death of me!” I said also smiling. “Will I daddy John? But I don’t want you to die.” She said, the smile fading from her face. “I mean that after chasing you so much I’m going to have a heart attack.” I said smiling to show I wasn’t serious. She thought for a minute and then nodded her head, “Alright then daddy John, I’ll make sure I’ll walk instead of running away.” She smiled also then. ---- We went into the kitchen and I made some sandwiches and tea, yes I do drink it occasionally, Amanda asked for, and got, a soda from the fridge — part of the care package that had been delivered. Amanda helped me again with the washing up and then sorted through the clothes that needed ironing — something that I’ve never got to grips with which I mentioned to Amanda. She shook her head in amazement and started sorting out the clean washing, before turning to me and asking me where I hid the ironing board and iron. I bemusedly pointed them out and helped her set up the board to her height. She plugged in the iron, after moaning about how old it was. And then said, “I’ve forgotten something.” She ran out of the room, after ordering me to sit down at to stay where I was. I waited for some time before she reappeared, dressed again — if dressed was the right word — in her loin-cloth and collar. “If I’m going to slave away with your ironing I might as well dress for it.” She said and then began pressing the clothes. She was very expert in her work, a fact I commented on. “It’s all mummy’s doing, she said I couldn’t rely on a maid to be on hand to do everything.” Amanda explained, “And she also said that when I get older I might find it useful.” I smiled, “Well you’ll always have something to fall back on then, and you do seem an expert on ironing.” She nodded, “Oh yes, I could do this blindfolded.” She said as she started on another tee-shirt. I rubbed my chin, “What about with one arm tied behind your back?” I asked her. She started to nod but then carefully put the iron down before turning back to face me. “Daddy John that’s stupid!” She said, “If my arm’s behind my back I couldn’t iron anything, how would I keep the clothes on the table?” She said watching me. I nodded in defeat, but mentally made plans, Amanda returned to the ironing, I could hear her starting to hum, I was surprised to make out the tune of ‘4 Little Diamonds’ it seems that something did stick. ---- Finally she announced that she had finished the ironing and indeed there were two piles of clothes, she directed me to pick up my clothes and take them to my bedroom, while she took hers to Wendy’s room. I quickly put the necessary items in the drawers and cupboards and left the room, I found Amanda kneeling before my door, again her head was down and her arms extended behind her. “Master, this slave requests that you tie her up as you did on the first day.” She said, just loud enough for me to hear her. “I suppose you do deserve some reward for your arduous duties.” I said, she glanced up and I caught a smile on her face. “I suppose you also want to be suspended again?” I asked her. “If my master doesn’t mind, I have managed to find some twine that my master may find useful.” She said, where she would have found twine I don’t know, but I would go along with her. “I might. Now go and prepare yourself slave, I suggest that you make use of the facilities before you wet yourself during the session.” She giggled and quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, when Amanda came out she was busy tying up the loincloth. I stopped her. “Is there any point in doing that?” I asked her, she shook her head and released the leather in her hands, the loincloth fluttered to the ground. I tapped my foot. “Young lady, that is still an item of clothing, I suggest you retrieve it and hold onto it.” I directed her she blushed and quickly bent down to pick it up. She then followed me into Wendy’s bedroom. ---- The camera was positioned, focused on the bed, and the tape was running. I placed Amanda near the bed, I had just thought of how I would tie this girl up, if she could stand it. I altered the camera so that she was completely in the frame. “Amanda I want to try something different.” I began, “How supple are you?” I asked her. “Well at school we’ve been doing ballet and gymnastics, I’m able to do a backward bridge and hold it for 5 minutes. And I can bring my head down between my legs.” She blushed again when she said that as if there was another interpretation of her abilities. “Are you able to see into the future?” I asked her, she seemed puzzled by this and shook her hear, “Pity with your contortionist ability you’d be able to foresee you own end!” she took a few moments before the joke “That was terrible!” She groaned “Don’t blame me, that’s from the Two Ronnie’s.” I told her and then had to explain that they were a pair of comedians — I wished I hadn’t even started that!! “Okay then, bend your right leg back and hold it with your right hand.” I instructed her. She did that and I used the clip on her wrist strap to attach it to the ring on the ankle strap. I then tied her leg to her thigh so that it was immobilised. Holding her I got her to do the same with her left leg and wrist. I now had her on the bed, face down, I tied her left leg to match her right leg. This would have to be a short session as I knew her muscles would start to ache after about 15 minutes. I then found the twine that she had mentioned. I reached beneath her body and massaged her breasts to firm them up, and from her moans she was enjoying my attention, ‘so much for not wanting to abuse this young girl’ the thought came into my mind but I ignored it. I turned her over and showed her the twine, this I started to wind around one tit, and then crossed it over and started on the other. I could see the flesh start to change colour as I did this. “Does that feel okay?” I asked her concerned that I was hurting her. “It tingles at the moment daddy John, but its okay.” She said, bravely I thought. With her breasts now tightly bound I worked with the larger rope, remembering her request I tied a couple of bands around her upper body, just below her armpits, then from the centre of her back I brought one length of rope between her legs and up to the rope around her chest. I debated on whether to include the twine, but decided that she didn’t need more pressure on her forming breasts just yet. I looped the rope around her chest restraint and then back down between her legs before tying it off on her back. I then tested the bonds by pulling her up at the back, her whole body raised up and she wriggled slightly as the rope worked its way deep between her legs and into her slit and arse-cheeks. I then carried her like that to the door and hung her on the hook there — it had already held her once so I hoped it would still hold her again. I moved the camera so that it had full view of Amanda’s position. I tweaked her breasts noticing how red they had got. “Are you alright like that Amanda?” I asked her. “Ohhh yeesss daddy John, but there’s something I need you to do” She said and at her instructions I found myself rubbing her immature slit, working the two strands of rope deeper into her, and also teasing out her small clitoris to enable it to rub against the rope. She gave a gasp and a small shudder as an orgasm worked its way through her system. She gave a small smile, “Thank you daddy John.” “Don’t thank me just yet . . . now I’m going to have a shower. I’ll see you later.” I said closing the door behind me. ---- I left the bathroom some time later, feeling refreshed and relaxed. It’s amazing how a shower can have that effect on people. I slipped on a pair of trousers and a tee-shirt and debated whether to check on Amanda or to watch television for a bit, but a knocking on Wendy’s door aroused my interest. I gently opened it. “Amanda, are you alright?” I asked her. “My legs are beginning to hurt me daddy John.” She said through clenched teeth, which show me that they must have been agonising. I didn’t bother with getting her down from the door, but quickly untied the ropes twisted around her legs, unclipping her arms from her ankles and then pulling her body away from the door to allow her legs to return to their normal position, but I had to pull them down causing Amanda to gasp in pain. I immediately began to massage each thigh, feeling the knots beneath my fingers, and then Amanda crying as I managed to relax her muscles. “Thank you daddy John, I didn’t want to make a fuss but they were starting to hurt me.” She said when I was finished. “I’m sorry Amanda; I didn’t think about that, do you want me to let you down?” I asked her but she shook her head. “Please don’t daddy John. I could hang here all night.” She said moving her body to agitate the ropes running down her torso. I decided to release her breasts though, as I didn’t want to cause her any more problems with them. “Daddy John what are you doing, can’t you keep them tied up?” Amanda asked me as she noticed what was happening. “Not like this Amanda, they have to have time to recover.” As I was speaking her breasts started to feel the effects of the returning blood causing her to squeeze her eyes closed as the pain hit her. “Oooohhhhhh! That hurts daddy John, please kiss it better.” She asked me bringing her hands to cover her chest. I couldn’t help but I brought my mouth to her forming breasts and gently sucked on each one. She started to shiver as I continued my oral assault on her breasts and began moving her hips. Then she stiffened completely as her senses were overwhelmed once more. I pulled away from her body and out of the camera’s view to allow her state to be filmed. Finally she looked languidly at me and gave a smile, “Oh daddy John that was so intense.” And she moved her hands to her loins. “Oh no little one, you’re not going to do that!” I said and quickly took her hands and attached them to her collar. “That’s not fair!” She complained, “I wanted to touch it and bring myself off again.” I shook my head, “Sorry Amanda, but you can’t use your hands.” I looked at her and smiled, “I’ll just leave you hanging around while I watch television. I looked to the lens on the camera, “If there’s any problem I’m sure someone will let me know” I left the room, closing the door behind me. I heard the bang of a foot against the door as Amanda tried to run herself to another orgasm, and I smiled, ‘she could stand that for another hour or so’ I thought to myself and went down the stairs to the living room. |