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WENDY [ part 17 ] The change in my daughter Wendy was amazing, but I could sense there was an underlying fear in her, something I couldn’t understand. With all the happiness that there was in the house why should she be frightened. I managed to talk to her in her bedroom, she sat on the four poster bed while I sat on the only chair, one that was too small for me really, but I didn’t want to sit on the bed I still had fond memories of last night. “What’s wrong Wendy?” I asked her. “Nothing really daddy, it’s just that Elizabeth said I was going to go to school with Wendy tomorrow, I don’t want to be away from you for too long, that’s all.” She said her hands busy touching the bedspread. “But you were away from me all day today; did it really cause you any pain?” I asked her. “But that was different; I was with Elizabeth and Little Cat.” She said the last name with a smile, and then added. “Why can’t we have someone like Little Cat, it would be easy! All you need is a kidnapper and some money...” She said quickly. “Hey hold on, you can’t just kidnap a girl like that . . . it . . . isn’t . . . right?” somehow my protestation finished as a question, I knew that it wasn’t right, but for some reason a part of me was saying why not? “But daddy that’s what Elizabeth did with Little Cat, she was kidnapped and sold as a slave, and look how nice a life she’s having now!” I did remember the type of life she was spending as she was licking away at my daughter’s slit. “Did you enjoy what she was doing this morning?” I asked Wendy who managed to look shocked and blushed, “That’s the downside of keeping a slave, you have to monitor them all them time.” I told her. “Was . . . was I very naughty daddy?” She asked me in a low tone. “I don’t know? Did you enjoy what you were doing?” I asked her, she didn’t answer but when she looked at me her eyes were laughing. “Is that what you need a slave for? To treat you sexually?” I asked her and while she was thinking about the answer I dropped the bombshell, “Wasn’t that exactly what you were being used for?” She looked at me as if only just realising what had happened to her and then she burst into tears. The sounds of her tears brought Amanda and Janet into the bedroom - I think they had been listening near the door, “Now what have you done?” Janet accused me. But before I could speak Wendy shook her head, “Daddy didn’t do anything, he made me see what they had done to me.” Janet gathered Wendy into her arms and held her. “Daddy made me know that I was a slave to mummy and HIM, not a person, they didn’t care for me! They just wanted to use me.” Janet didn’t say anything but just started rocking Wendy in her arms, Amanda was looking wide eyed between Wendy and me and looking slightly scared, I held out my arms to her and she ran to me. “Daddy John what’s happening?” She asked me. “It’s something that Wendy has to realise and to get out of her system, she was so taken with Little Cat that she wanted to have a slave of her own, until I told her that it was what her mother had turned her into.” I said softly. “But being a slave isn’t that bad . . . is it?” Amanda asked. I thought for a moment before answering, “If a person is cared for and does what they’re asked to do out of love then no, it isn’t. But if they’re forced to do things and are mistreated then it can be a living hell. Which type of slave would you prefer to be?” I asked her. “I suppose the first type, if I had to be a slave at all.” Amanda said. “Yes it would be a nice existence, but you’d still be dependant on your owner. But Wendy was in the second group. She didn’t like doing what she had to, but she endured it. In some ways she’s going to be a better person because of it.” “So, you’re saying there’s a benefit in being the second type of slave after all?” Amanda said wonderingly. “Only if you survive, I think the chances of that are slight. Just think what might have happened if I was a nasty person, you would be dead by now!” I said wondering where my words were coming from. “But you’re not are you, Daddy John?” Amanda said looking into my eyes. “I don’t think so, but then it’s how other judges you that you’re known by.” I said smiling. By this time Janet had calmed Wendy who was now standing and watching Amanda and me, I held out one hand to Wendy and she ran to me. I was now sitting down with two young girls holding onto me and each other. “Feeling better now Wendy darling?” I asked my daughter who nodded. “Yes daddy, mummy Janet’s very nice isn’t she?” Wendy said quietly although Amanda heard her and smiled. I looked at Janet who was watching us. “Yes Wendy, she’s very nice. But I’m more worried about you at the moment.” I drew back from her and looked into her eyes, “How are you feeling?” I asked her. “I don’t know.” She said confusion showing on her face, “Part of me wants to just hug you, but another part feels . . . hungry.” She said puzzled. “Well we could have something to eat.” I said. “No, not that type of hunger.” She said quickly but still unsure of what she was feeling. Amanda, however, wasn’t. “Wendy do you want to feel your daddy cock?” Came the question out of the blue. Wendy thought for a moment, her mouth open as she realised what was being asked and then she looked at Amanda. “How could you say that?” She asked. “You didn’t answer the question, so was I right?” Amanda said smiling. Wendy was silent, but her face did betray her feelings. Janet smiled and came over to our small group. “Amanda, I think you’ve got some homework to do.” She said to her daughter. “No I haven’t, I did it all at school in the library.” Amanda said. “Well then you’d better let me check it, now come on!” Janet said taking her protesting daughter by the arm and almost driving her out of Wendy’s bedroom. ---- I looked at my daughter, “Well Wendy was Amanda right?” I asked her. “It’s not right daddy. Is it?” She asked me looking at me with tears in her eyes. “To want to love your father? It has been frowned upon, but the question is do you want to do it? There’s not need to do anything as I love you and always will, so you can just say no, and that’s an end to the question.” I said quietly. “But you won’t love me again will you?” Wendy asked as the tears trickled down her face. “Of course I’ll love you – there’s more to love than sex you know?” I said, “I mean you love ice-cream but you don’t rub it into your slit do you?” I added smiling. Wendy gave a shiver, “No way . . . it’s too cold.” But then I saw a look on her face, “But I would if . . .” she started and then blushed. “I’m sorry daddy it was one of HIS films that they made me watch once, a girl was tied to a bed and had cream sprayed over her body and into her . . . pussy.” She looked at me as she said that, and then continued, “Then the people in the film started to lick her all over . . . I don’t think I’d mind that.” She finished. I must admit her words did arouse some sensations in me, I admit it I was being weak again. “Well, I don’t think I can do that just yet – just think how Janet’s going to be if we get your bed dirty with sour cream?” I said smiling and then looked at Wendy in the eyes, “Do you want me to treat you as a slave who needs a lesson?” I asked her. She dropped her eyes and then nodded, when she raised her head her eyes were sparkling again. I smiled at Wendy and nodded, “Alright Wendy you can be my slave . . . but don’t you think you’re slightly overdressed for the part?” I asked her smiling. Wendy suddenly had a smile of her own and she quickly undressed to her underwear, she then pointedly removed the pendant and placed it on the table before bowing before me. “Greeting daddy . . . I mean master!” She corrected herself. “Yes indeed slave, you’ve been telling people that I’m your father in order to protect yourself haven’t you?” I said smiling. “But master you don’t know what they would do to a lowly slave, please don’t punish me.” She begged but I knew she wasn’t being serious from the look on her face. “I have to punish you my slave, and you know it!” I said, “Now prepare yourself slave.” I told her in a gruff voice. “Please master, don’t tie me to the bed.” Wendy said running to the four poster and showing me the eyebolts in each of the posts as well as the leather ties already threaded through the lower bolts. I smiled and picked up my unresisting slave and threw her, face up, onto the bed. She suppressed a giggle and pushed her arms to the two corner posts, I quickly fastened them with the leather ties. “I really need some extra help here I think!” I said out loud and went to the door, I opened it to call out for Amanda but she was already walking along the hall, I beckoned her over to me. “Did you want me daddy John?” She asked when she was near enough. “Yes please Amanda, I need something to smack Wendy with and also someone to hold her legs.” I said smiling. “I know of just the thing, there’s one in Wendy’s room.” Amanda said pushing pass me and going to the bottom drawer of a chest of drawers in Wendy’s room. I looked in it to see a large amount of leather whips and restraints, along with butt-plugs and dildos. “What are they doing there?” I asked Amanda. She gave a small smile, “You remember what I said about having a sleepover?” She asked, I nodded, “Well some of the girls have trouble sleeping.” She said simply. “Before or after you used these on them?” I said dryly. “Oh no daddy John, these are to help them sleep.” Amanda said with such a straight face that I found myself believing her. “You did say that I’d find your sleepovers fascinating didn’t you.” I said. Amanda didn’t answer but walked to the bed, she checked on my knots and shook her head, “You know daddy John you should learn how to tie knots so that they don’t chaff.” She said and started re-tying Wendy’s wrists again. “There daddy John, that’s how she should be restrained.” Amanda said showing me the results of her tying. Then she turned her attentions to Wendy’s legs but I stopped her. “Don’t bother tying them just yet.” I said and whispered into her ear. She smiled and reached under her skirt to remove her panties, she showed them to Wendy and then placed them on the pillow by Wendy’s head. Then she went to Wendy’s hips and grasped her panties, pulling them slowly down Wendy’s legs. She placed Wendy’s panties on top of hers by the pillow and then smiled down at my daughter. “Daddy John says you’re not to scream out when he smacks you; I said you couldn’t stop yourself so he wants me to make sure you don’t.” Amanda said and the positioned herself so that Wendy’s head was covered by Amanda’s skirt as she lowered her body down. A smile on Amanda’s face told me that Wendy was busy. I pulled both of Wendy’s legs up into the air and then allowed Amanda to hold onto them, showing the split peach of Wendy’s ass. I picked up a leather flogger (I think it was called a Taws). Amanda raised herself up so that Wendy could hear what was being said, “Uh oh! That’s going to hurt her daddy John.” Amanda said, “Well if this slave is going to call herself my daughter she deserves to be taught not to.” I said and then brought the flogger down on my daughter’s ass. “OWwwumph!” Wendy said as Amanda quickly lowered herself down onto Wendy’s mouth. “Not so hard daddy John, just a light flick is really all that’s needed.” Amanda said, coaching me in the art of flagellation. My next stroke wasn’t as hard but gave the same result, “Try just resting the fingers of the taws on her pussy, and then flicking them into the air.” She suggested. I did as she said, at first Wendy bucked her body as she thought I was going to hit her slit, but then as the leather strips rose from her body she tensed up, I then brought the flogger back down on her ass, noting how some of the ‘finger’ also caressed her slit. I gave her 5 slaps like that before I gave her one on her slit, noting how the flogger seemed to highlight her slit. She stiffened at that and then I saw Amanda’s eyes were wide as she felt Wendy screaming into her slit. “Oh shit daddy John, I don’t know what you did then but she felt that!” Amanda said. And looking at my daughter’s slit I could see that it was reddened from the blow. “Do you have any cold cream or ointment?” I asked Amanda she nodded. “Sure, on the dressing table.” She pointed out. I quickly found it and returned to my daughter; Amanda was climbing off from her and started to kiss Wendy’s face and lips. “Oww! Daddy that hurt me.” Wendy said, all pretence now gone in her pain. “I know darling, I’m sorry. Let me put this on you to help you.” I said applying the ointment to my daughter’s slit. “Oh that was nothing; you should see how some fathers treat their daughters, why some of my friends can’t do gymnastics the next day because either their pussy’s ache or their ass’s do!” Amanda said and then looked at me. “You know daddy John there is another way to help Wendy.” She said. When I just looked at her she smiled and removed her skirt and tee-shirt, leaving her naked. She then resumed the position she had taken earlier, knees either side of Wendy’s head, she said something to Wendy which caused my daughter to raise her legs again. “Now daddy John! You’ve made this young girl wait for you; she wants you to show her that you love her.” Amanda said and looked pointedly at my trousers. I could now see exactly what she meant, and I must admit that I was in a rather rampant state. I quickly undressed and moved in front of the two girls. Amanda moved back slightly so that Wendy could see me. She nodded her head in encouragement to me and moved her legs open as Amanda kept hold of her. I went to position my cock to Wendy’s pussy but Amanda stopped me for a moment while she took it into her mouth. ‘Just to get it wet’ I was told later. And then she took up her position over Wendy’s mouth. I lodged my cock within Wendy’s pussy and then kissed Amanda as I pushed in. Amanda released Wendy’s legs so that she could hold my head close to hers. Wendy’s legs were now pressing against my chest. After a few minutes Amanda shook as she came with Wendy’s tongue. She smiled languidly and then shook her head, “I’ve got to get ready for dinner, it’s in 15 minutes time, mummy say’s to be ready and dress ‘black tie’ whatever that is. But don’t forget to finish here first.” She added and jumped off Wendy to leave me looking at my daughters’ shiny face – shiny from Wendy’s juices. “Yes daddy, please carry on!” Wendy pleaded as she felt me move again within her. “Does this feel bad Wendy?” I asked her. She shook her head and then said, “Never with you daddy!” she smiled at me and then pulled on the leather straps, which seemed to magically come apart. She threaded her arms through her legs to hold onto my body as she tried to pull me closer to her, “I love you daddy.” She said as she came, a few seconds later I came inside her. “I love you too Wendy.” I said to my daughter. |