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HITCHHIKER [ part 15 ] Amanda was lying on the bed, her arms outstretched and tied to the headboard, Janet stayed by Amanda’s head, talking softly to her daughter. “Are you sure? I know you’ve been preparing yourself for it, now it’s your choice?” Amanda looked at her mother and nodded, and then she allowed her mother to pull her legs over her head and, using the hooks and eyes on the leather cuffs, attached her ankles to her wrists. Janet then turned to me, “Master, the sacrifice is ready for you, if you will prepare yourself . . .” She looked at me suggestively, I swallowed and regarded the picture that was in front of me. Amanda, folded over double, her eyes open and looking at me, her soft lips, parted with her tongue licking her lips. Her chest, with its small mounds of immature breasts, moving up and down with her breathing, along with the backs of her thighs, both of which led to her small slit. Janet had placed a pillow under the girl’s hips raising the target for me. I removed my tie and shirt before pulling down my jockey-shorts. I looked at Janet for a moment in mute appeal but then I heard Amanda speaking again. “please daddy, don’t run away again, please help me become a woman, please daddy.” I looked at Amanda and her eyes were closed tightly shut, in fact they were screwed up. Janet was pointing to her daughter and encouraging me to approach the girl. I tentatively reached out and touched Amanda’s little slit, feeling the slickness of the Vaseline there, I started to massage Amanda’s slit and passage to prepare her for me but found that she was trying to force her body up against my finger, I added another and felt her hymen. I pulled away from that fragile barricade; I thought she deserved the real thing instead of my fingers. Talking of which I found myself at full erection at the thought of being the first to enter Amanda. I positioned myself, making sure that I didn’t touch her but supported myself just above the bound child. Janet, however, had other thoughts. “Master! That is not the way to treat a woman, she needs to know that you are there and be prepared to support you in all things.” And indeed Janet was pushing on my body as if trying to establish contact between her daughter and myself. I turned to look at Janet, “Slave if you persist in telling me how to deflower a woman, I will show you the ropes and restrain you in a similar position!” I told her in an even voice. Janet’s eyes sparkled, not with anger as I expected, but with excitement. “Of course Master, I won’t interfere again Master.” She said and bowed to me. I lowered my body so that my cock was positioned at Amanda slit and just knocking at the portal. I could see Amanda biting her lip so that she wouldn’t cry out, so I held still and spoke to her. “Amanda, I could stop now if you want?” I asked her. She shook her head, “No please daddy, I don’t want you to stop, please make me a woman as you promised mummy.” She said so quietly I almost missed it. I looked at Janet in confusion but she shook her head and indicated that I should continue, I placed my hands behind Amanda’s buttocks and squeezed them. Amanda gave a gasp and looked at me, I raised her up and slowly entered her body. I allowed her time to accept the intrusion into her most private of places, and I stopped just short of her hymen. Then I started to shallowly move inside her. I was able to use one hand on her arse which freed the other one. That one I used to touch her breasts, to give her another source of distraction, or of pleasure. I moved my hand down to where our bodies met, finding its way between our bodies to touch her little clit where it was trying to keep contact with my cock as I pushed back and forth in Amanda’s slit. I started to rub her clit, forcing her to feel the excitement as her body came to its first climax with a cock inside it. I was waiting for this – there are two thoughts about the deflowering of virgins, with one it’s the idea of forcing your cock into the unwilling body of the victim and hearing her scream with the pain of a blunt battering ram ripping through the hymen. The second and, in my opinion, the better way is to allow the girl to climax just as you take her virginity away from her, in this case there may be pain, but the pleasure of the climax overwhelms the feeling. I must admit I’m no expert in this but that is how I feel. So as Amanda started to go rigid with the pleasure of her climax I gave a mighty push forward, feeling her hymen tear and part to allow my cock to fully enter her body. She gave a brief cry of pain. I waited for her to come back down from where-ever she had placed herself. She looked at me, her forehead plastered with sweat and smiled at me. “Thank you daddy.” She said and moved her face forward to kiss me. I pushed my face to hers and sought out her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth as we met. As I did this I pulled my hips back slightly, feeling her wince as my flesh rubbed the ragged remains of her hymen. Then I slid back into her. “Do you want to feel what it should really be like?” I asked her Amanda’s eyes opened in wonderment and she nodded her head. And so I started to pulled almost completely out of her body, only to push myself back into her, she tried to move back at first as I passed over the remnants of her hymen, but soon she discovered that by pushing back at me as I entered her caused me to touch places that she didn’t know about, soon she was an active partner in our lovemaking and shuddering again and then once more before I came inside her. I hadn’t noticed that Janet had disconnected her daughter’s bonds, until I found that Amanda’s legs were trying to wrap themselves around my neck. I unwound them and got up from the young girl, seeing the pink emission trickling from her wounded slit. “One moment master.” Janet said and wiped her daughter’s slit of the liquid, and then attended to my cock with a white cloth, carefully removing all the blood and fluids that had accumulated there. She looked at me and smiled, “Normally master I would have cleaned you with my mouth, but for this first offering of my daughter’s I need to keep a memento of her achievement.” I must admit my cock gave a lurch at the thought of Janet’s mouth wrapped around it but then I was brought back to my senses. “Master, your unworthy slave deserves a tighter bondage does she not?” I looked for a moment at Janet, remembering my words to her earlier but she was nodding towards Amanda, I turned and looked down at my victim, she was smiling in post orgasmic bliss. “Your words are true, and now she’s been opened there is an area that may need attention do you not think?” I said in a ‘Lord and Master’ tone. Janet gave a wicked smile and quickly left the room, I untied Amanda’s arms from the headboard and managed to coax her into a kneeling position. Using the leather cuffs I connected her arms together at the back and roughly tied then to her body using the ropes, I debated whether to use them as crotch ties when Janet returned with a medium sized dildo, well she told me it was medium sized when I asked her later, I watched as she carefully inserted it inside her daughter, and then she flicked a switch on the base of the unit. I don’t know what it was doing but it made Amanda moan with pleasure. To my surprise Janet then produced a pair of knickers, well they were bikini-briefs, which she pulled onto her daughter, “That’s to hold the dildo in place!” She told me. Then she directed me to tie Amanda’s legs tight together, attached at the thigh and calves. Using another piece of rope I tied her ankles together and then attached it to her arms, bringing her backwards as if in a modified hog-tie. I then threaded a piece of rope into the eyes on her collar and then down over her chest, between her legs and then back up to her collar. Janet looked on with approval and smiled. I rubbed my hand on Amanda’s breasts and debated whether to add a rope bra to her mounds but Janet pulled on my hand, “I think that’s enough for the moment, she’s too weak from the exertions earlier. Let’s go downstairs for a few minutes.” “You will stay on your knees until we return, understand?” I told Amanda who nodded and then gasped as the movement made the crotch rope rub her. ---- We returned to the living room where Janet sat opposite me, she smiled at me. “Thank you John, that was exactly how it should have been done, I’m glad that Amanda found someone who knows how to treat a young girl.” She said. I shook my head, “No I’m not, I enjoyed doing that . . . I think I’m exactly what my wife called me . . . A pervert!” I said hanging my head. Janet moved so that she was sitting next to me, “No you’re not John! You were a caring man, you asked Amanda if she really wanted to go through with this, even though I’d already told you she did. You didn’t go charging through for your own gratification you made sure that Amanda was already cumming before you penetrated her properly. I’ve seen many girls put off sex all because the boy couldn’t wait to get his rocks off. But you made sure that she came several times before you did. That was the sign of a caring lover, not a heartless pervert!” She told me. I shook my head, “That’s easy for you to say, but what about Amanda? She wanted a father figure to take her, not just anyone.” I said Again Janet shook her head, “No John, you forget I was watching when you tired her up in the last few days, when you were away from the room, Amanda would talk to me. She knew what the camera was and that I would always be at the other end watching her, anyway she told me about how you talked and behaved, just after the first day she told me that she wanted you to be the one, she wanted to be Wendy just for you but she also wanted you to be the father she should have had, one who wasn’t afraid to pick her virginity from her.” I remembered her words, “He ran out of the room didn’t he? She was waiting for him and he left her alone.” Janet nodded her head, “That was the day he left home, I tried to talk him out of it but he said it was an abomination and shouldn’t be allowed in a modern home.” She sighed, “It seems his upbringing was more than he could withstand.” “So he tried to rescue Amanda from her life as she knew it?” I said, “Much as my wife did with Wendy.” “Not as such, Amanda was happy with me, she wouldn’t have liked the life David would have given her. And you saw Wendy was she happy with her life now?” Janet asked me. I just sat there thinking, and finding tears flowing down my cheeks, I heard Janet saying something, but I’m not sure what although I thought I heard, “.. .won’t be for much longer anyway. . .” But I couldn’t be sure. When I came to my senses I was being held by Janet, I pulled back, “I’m sorry, it’s the English who’re supposed to have the stiff upper lips.” I said smiling. “And I’m making your leather wet.” I added looking at her halter top, “You’d better take care it doesn’t shrink.” Janet looked down at it and then smiled, “Well I could always take it off, but I don’t think we have time for that now.” We both laughed and then Janet went serious again, “John, thank you. I was so worried when the guards reported that Amanda had vanished, we did trace her to England but then lost her when they changed her clothing. I was almost at my wits end until her message came through. And then when she told us that she was safe with you and what the police had on record . . . I’m just glad the stories are wrong.” “Yes how did Amanda tell you that she was safe with me, how did you find out who I was so quickly? And why wasn’t she looked after properly in the first place?” I asked her. “It was a code phrase, remember when she spoke on the phone she gave a number?” Janet said, I thought back ‘60’ was the number and nodded my head. “That a code to tell us that she is safe and there’s no need to rescue her. If she had said 50 our agents would have stormed the house and removed her immediately, How we found your name so quickly, we have the best computers in the world, I’m not boasting by the way, and they traced your number, from that we were able to pull off your name and check your country’s police files. As to how she was taken, that was our fault, we knew that she was in danger and so allowed her to be taken – she wasn’t in any real harm as we had her bugged, but as I said they changed her clothes at London, so that’s where our agents had go to, when Amanda phoned in they came straight here and have been watching the house ever since.” “Sonja and the other one?” I asked Janet nodded. “Yes, I got them to buy the supplies for you as we didn’t think you’d have anything suitable for Amanda, and you couldn’t just take her shopping with you, could you?” I had to shake my head at that, “And we also sent in the special camera so that we could monitor your actions when tying Amanda up, I must say we were impressed you know.” Janet looked at her watch and then stood up. “I must start to pack. John I want you to know that things will improve, I promise you, only it will take time . . . how long I’m not sure. But we owe you for looking after Amanda and . . . everything.” She looked very serious now, “And we always, I mean always, repay a debt.” She took a dress from the case, a blue dress with a white pinafore on it, white socks and blue shoes, and a white ribbon. “All I’ve got to do now is to get Amanda to wear this.” She said smiling at me. We went upstairs to Wendy’s room, Amanda was lying on her side on the bed, her head moving back and forth and her eyes closed as she worked herself to another climax. Janet put her hand to Amanda’s head causing the girl to stop. “Oh mummy I was just enjoying that.” She complained. “So I could see.” Janet said simply. “Now we’ve got to go, you will dress in these and then we’ll be off.” “I want to stay here!” Amanda complained. “Not now! You will do as I tell you!” Janet said in her best ‘Mother Knows Best’ tone. I was untying Amanda’s bonds at that point, I went to remove her knickers but was stopped by Janet, “They can stay on, she’ll enjoy that.” I was told. And so I unclipped her arms and untied her legs, rubbing them to get the circulation going properly while Janet looked on approvingly. Amanda allowed us to put her dress on and then bent down to put on her shoes, only to stop and hold her stomach, “Oh, I can’t do that!” She giggled and sat down instead. Janet had gone to the bathroom and returned dressed in her normal clothes, she helped putting on Amanda’s socks and shoes, she tied Amanda’s hair up with the white ribbon. “Now Amanda, thank John for looking after you . . . We will see you again John, don’t you fret about that.” Janet added to me. Amanda looked at me with tears in her eyes, “Thank you for having me daddy John, I’ll never forget you.” She said and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Good bye Amanda, if you ever need me you know where I am.” I said to her and I found that her tears were catching. I carried the suitcase to the waiting car and put it in the boot, Sonja smiled at me as she closed the lid. “Thank you Mr. Argent, I’m sure that something will turn up.” She said and went to the driver’s door. My last view of Amanda was of her face looking at me through the back window as she waved to me, and I said goodbye to my little hitchhiker. |