Questions & Answers - Part 3/3
Story Codes - pedo, inc, nc
She rose up from one
darkness and into another, coughing and gagging on the acrid stench
that filled her nostrils. Knowing she was awake, Carolyn guessed she
was blindfolded. To her side there was a sound of feet, and then she
felt something warm and wet on her pussy and realized everything else
was gone. She guessed Matthew was behind her doing something that
resulted in the sensations she was currently feeling and already
starting to enjoy, but the dildos and wand, the hook, the clamps and
the harness had all been removed. She was still restrained, still being
battered by all manner of aches and pains but her situation had
definitely improved.
A shudder of pleasure spun through her as the small head of a
stimulator caressed her clit and the warm, wet sensation on her pussy
pushed into her properly. She couldn’t make sense of it but with the
pain gone and her ability to feel apparently having returned, her
traumatized mind reached for the pleasure as a crying child reaches for
a pacifier.
Carolyn gave a moan as the warm wetness left and something pushed
inside her, something sizable that slipped easily in nonetheless, her
pussy having become accustomed to much larger violations than the warm,
soft object that pushed gently into her now. She felt it begin to move
in and out and that, tied to the delicious sensations from the
stimulator on her clit, saw her give a low, needy moan of pleasure.
‘Thank you, sir, oh thank you, sir,’ she whispered, desperate for this
not to stop, even more desperate to avoid what it might be replaced
with. After all she’d endured, this was heaven and her mind and body
craved a little slice of that having so recently been to hell.
She felt something tap her asshole, Matthew’s finger Carolyn thought,
but the oddness was lost in the arousal building hand over fist inside
her. Then the warm wetness began to caress Carolyn between her ass
cheeks. It was a mouth, that much she knew, but what she’d done to
deserve such a sweet experience was beyond her, not that she
particularly cared. The sensation of a mouth and tongue around her ass
was just indescribably glorious, feeling utterly wrong and yet
thoroughly right all at once.
Carolyn began to cum before she’d even taken a second to wonder if she
was allowed. The pleasure was ferocious, savage, and it left her with
every muscle and fiber pulled tight, her mouth open, simply gasping as
it smashed over her.
‘Oh, oh, oh,’ was all she managed to say, shaking and shuddering,
feeling her cunt literally running with juice she was so wet.
The thrusting in and out of her pussy intensified and another orgasm
cascaded over Carolyn’s grateful senses like foam on a fire, soothing
and calming her pain by swamping it in pure, exquisite pleasure.
The stimulator was suddenly gone and before she could mourn the fact,
the mouth at her ass moved to set about her clit. She felt it sucked
in, felt cautious teeth and a nimble tongue work magic on that nub of
flesh, felt the mouth at her sex drink her in. It was just
indescribably wonderful, a feast that left her crying in gratitude as
another wave of pleasure rolled slowly over her mind and body. She felt
like she was feasting and being feasted upon all at once and it was
utterly intoxicating. She began to orgasm again, even before the
previous one had finished.
As the last shivers of pleasure slipped from her gasping, trembling
body, Carolyn took a deep breath and felt a sudden returning of her
senses. The realization of where she was, what she’d endured and the
utter confusion of what had just happen seemed to arrive in her mind
all at once, much like bad news often does.
And it was then the blindfold was whipped off. Carolyn squinted a
little and saw there was a television in front of her, sat on the same
trolley that Matthew been using for his tools. An old Panasonic
handheld video camera was hooked up to it. There was a few seconds of
static on the screen and then a bedroom popped up. A view downwards and
from the side showed a girl asleep in bed, illuminated by her bedside
light. There were shadows around the room for a few seconds and then
her father stepped round the side of the bed and pulled the covers
slowly down to reveal the sleeping girl. Irwin tugged the girls nightie
off carefully, laid her on her back in the middle of the bed and then
eased between the girl’slegs as he lifted them up and apart.
And then Carolyn watched and heard herself being raped by her father.
By the time he had covered her up with her blankets again and she’d
heard him say ‘I’m trusting you to do the right thing, Carolyn’ before
quietly leaving the room, Carolyn couldn’t even cry.
The TV showed a ‘paused’ symbol.
‘The drinks got mixed up, you see,’ said Irwin Harper as he walked
round from behind her. He had a plastic chair, like one from a
classroom, and put it in front of his daughter. Then he sat down,
crossed his legs and lit a cigarette, taking a deep, satisfying pull
and breathing out plumes of smoke.
‘Huh?’ was all Carolyn could say.
‘The hot chocolate,’ her father said. ‘I made the hot chocolate that
night, with a valium for your mother and a Rohypnol for you. Went into
the pantry to put the tin away and came back to see you walking out
with one for your mother and sipping a second. We all had the same
drink, didn’t we? It was just hot milk and no sugar, so why wouldn’t
you take one? And like an idiot, I’d made them all in the same kind of
cups. I was nervous you see, not thinking.’
Carolyn couldn’t speak, her head empty, blank, wiped clean.
‘Nothing I could do. I tipped mine away, made a fresh one, and then
went through the lounge. It was about 10pm I think. You gave me a kiss
and took yours to bed. Your mother and I finished ours watching TV and
Patricia was already getting sleepy when we turned in, so I knew she’d
got one of the cups, but which? And what did you have? Something or
nothing?’
Carolyn just broke listening to it. The tears rolled, hot and heavy, a
thousand memories of knowing she was right about her father and being
first believed, then told she was wrong and then being convinced of it.
Her world had once been stable and normal and then the man telling her
all this pulled the rug out from under her and sent Carolyn tumbling on
a long, slow fall into an abyss.
‘When I got up to go to your room, your mother didn’t stir. I made a
lot of noise before I left, turned the lights on, read a while, turned
on the TV and put the volume up, but she didn’t make a sound. She never
did with a valium so I guessed I’d been lucky and went to see you. You
were out of it. I stood there an age before I got the camera. I set it
up with your bedside light on, coughed, whispered to you as you slept,
even gave you a shake. Nothing.; you didn’t even stir, just like your
mother, so I decided to indulge.’
Irwin paused and looked at his daughter. He shook his head ruefully.
‘And when you woke up, I honestly wasn’t that surprised and I didn’t
really seem to care. It was more an inconvenience, really, and it
wasn’t the first time you’d tried to wake up when I came to see you – ‘
At that, Carolyn simply threw up, a hot and bitter spray that made her
choke and retch.
Her father looked up at her and shrugged. ‘I didn’t do much, not
really. Undressed you, rubbed myself on you, tasted you, that sort of
thing.’
‘Shut up,’ Carolyn whispered. ‘Just… shut up.’
But anyway,’ he continued, ignoring her plea, ‘when I fucked you for
the first time I was actually thinking about turning you over but you
were so wet for me, like you wanted it, you know? I remember wondering
what would happen in the morning if you woke up bleeding and didn’t
remember what had happened but I just assumed I’d deal with it.
Whatever happened, I’d deal with it. Honestly,’ he said, looking
straight at his daughter, ‘I just wanted to fuck you, wanted to do
more, just… more. I’d been building up for that night, aching for it,
just couldn’t get the idea of finally making love to you out of my
head. And why shouldn’t I have what I wanted?’
‘Making love? I was 12…’ Carolyn whispered in a small, trembling voice.
‘Didn’t look it, though, not to me anyway. You were just… beautiful to
me, perfect. I wanted you so badly, had done since you were 6 or so,
but I held strong, as much as you tempted me.’
‘I tempted you?’ Carolyn asked in quiet disbelief.
Her father made a ‘come on now’ face, as if she was denying something
they both knew was true, and went on. ‘Anyway, once I started and you
woke up, it seemed pointless to stop. In for a penny, in for a pound,
after all. Should have worn a condom though, that was my big mistake,’
‘You raped me!’ Carolyn screamed. ‘You fucking raped me! That was your
mistake! You raped me!’
Her father waited for her to go quiet. ‘Yeah, I did, and when I got
back in bed and your mother was sat up looking very confused, asking
where I’d been, I realized that you were probably going to remember
everything. I just hoped you’d stay quiet.’
‘Did you come back to my room that night?’ Carolyn asked and Irwin
nodded.
‘Came back to tell you again to keep quiet, it didn’t happen. You were
crying in your sleep and I decided I should let you be. Took that out,
though,’ he said, nodding to the camera.
‘You recorded us,’ Carolyn said with disbelief.
Her father smiled, gave a small shrug. ‘Always do when I indulge,’ he
said. ‘Makes the time in between more bearable being able to relive it;
still got all of them, too. They’re like holiday photos or home movies,
memories of a happy time.’
Carolyn felt another wave of nausea.
‘You should have told me you were pregnant though, Carolyn. I could
have helped you with that,’ and he spoke as if he would have been doing
her favor and Carolyn wasn’t sure he was wrong. ‘Someone finding out
was only a matter of time. And if you hadn’t said anything, someone
would have noticed eventually anyway.’
‘I made up a story,’ Carolyn said, remembering being in that room with
the police and the counselor, spinning a lie that would come back to
tear her world apart, all to protect a father who’d been abusing her
for years and ended up getting her pregnant.
‘The party,’ he said, shaking his head as if in admiration. ‘That came
in very handy later, once Janus got involved.’
Carolyn looked at him. ‘What? Janus?’
Her father rolled his eyes. ‘I raped you, a girl of 12, my daughter,
put a child inside you and ended up walking away with everyone
believing I hadn’t.’ He held up his hands with a shrug. ‘How do you
think that happened?’
Carolyn shook her head dumbly.
‘The DNA test,’ he said as if it was something a simpleton would have
realized. ‘They took care of it. They take care of everything; have
done ever since the approached me. Janus I mean. Started with the
party, swapping those pills the police had, from ecstasy to Rohypnol,
saw to it that the procedure for taking DNA while you were pregnant was
considered too dangerous.’
He looked at his daughter. ‘We needed the time before Daniella was born
to start getting people to doubt you. Your mother stood by me because
she really is a light sleeper and would have remembered waking up,
except she didn’t because she’d took your tablet. Then the guy I was
told to make a show of hiring discovered the party based on your
interview. After that, creating doubt wasn’t hard because anything
could have happened at that party once Rohypnol was added into the mix.
Probably was a few girls got pregnant that night. Anyway, when Janus
started, everyone believed you. By the time you’d given birth, it was
about 50/50, and the DNA test exonerated me’
‘How’d they fake the test?’ Carolyn asked, as if mattered.
Irwin shrugged, made a face. ‘No idea. They said I just had to turn up,
have the blood taken and they’d sort the rest out. And they did, three
times,’ he finished, shaking his head incredulously, holding up three
fingers. ‘And that was that.’
‘No one believed me,’ Carolyn muttered. ‘They said it was like a post
traumatic thing, my head was messed up. They gave me pills, injections,
sent me to a f-fucking mental hospital.’ His voice trembled with rage
and sorrow.
‘And that was your fault,’ her father said quite reasonably. ‘That
freak out at the hospital, when we were all leaving, I mean Christ, I
was only fucking with you and you lose it. If you’d have just shut the
fuck up, accepted the truth and come home, none of that would have
happened.’
‘It wasn’t the truth! You fucking raped me, remember?’ Her voice was
shrill, full of venom and accusation.
He shrugged again. ‘All you had to do was pretend it never happened,
like you had been. You did the right thing back then, why couldn’t you
do it again? All you had to do was agree with what everyone else except
you said was the truth, but no, you couldn’t let it go. Like a dog with
a fucking bone.’
‘Come and live with you and bring Daniella? Fuck you, dad, fuck you! I
couldn’t do that.’
‘You did in the end though, didn’t you? That worked out well enough. If
you’d done it earlier, you could have seen your little girl grow up,
been to her birthdays, watched her open your presents instead of
Patricia bringing Daniella to see you with some photos. You could have
been a mother instead of a fucking embarrassment locked up in a mental
hospital.’ He laughed. ‘You could have had pictures of you and her
while she was still in nappies.’
‘I hate you, I fucking hate you!’ Carolyn screamed at him. ’I couldn’t
hate you any more if I fucking tried!’
At that, her father actually did laugh. ‘That’s what you think.’
He pressed play on the small remote in his hand and the camera started
playing again.
The camera was angled high and showed a bed on a bare wooden floor with
what looked a window above it, a frame with a bit of glass just peeking
in at the top of the shot. On the bed, Carolyn tried frantically to
work out where her daughter was but nothing came to her. Daniella could
have been anywhere. She watched as Irwin pulled back the covers to
reveal her naked daughter, who rolled on to her back and sat up on her
elbows. Her father, also naked, slid on the mattress beside his and
Carolyn’s daughter, looked into the camera and blew a kiss. Then he
slid over to Daniella and kissed her open mouthed. Carolyn gagged as
she saw Irwin pull back a little and spit into Daniella’s face. The
girl blinked and shuddered, looking frightened before Irwin leant
forward again and kissed her with renewed passion.
Eventually he broke off and turned to the camera.
‘Now, I’ve been looking forward to this,’ he said with a grin, running
his hand over Daniella’s chest and down between the girl’s legs
Daniella opened them obediently at his touch and Irwin licked his lips.
‘Wonder if she’s as sweet as you were,’ he said, and lowered his head
between Daniella’s thighs.
Carolyn, inevitably, exploded but, just as inevitably, was helpless.
All she could do was watch and shake her head and wail in utter, abject
misery.
‘Still think you couldn’t hate me more?’ he asked, chuckling.
Carolyn said nothing, she just stared, weeping, at the screen.
‘You see, I couldn’t touch her while you were in the
hospital. Surprising how many people still thought the worst of me and
they all checked in once in a while, so I had to sit on my hands, so to
speak. And then you came home, and it was clear you didn’t trust your
old dad as far as you could throw him, so that was a no-no. Got so I
didn’t want either of you under my roof; couldn’t have Daniella and
didn’t want you, so Janus helped me get you out.’
Carolyn’s neck turned so stiffly she actually felt the muscles creak.
On the screen, her father was wrapping Daniella’s hand round his
erection and easing her head down, whispering for her to be a good girl
and open her mouth wide.
‘Get me out?’ she whispered, already in shock and unable to process
what his words meant.
‘Yeah, Adrian, remember? Your savior with conveniently low expectations
of what a woman’s meant for,’ Irwin said and when Carolyn still looked
blankly at him, he added, ‘Came from Janus to give you someone to fall
in love with and a reason to get out of my fucking way.’
Carolyn shook her head dumbly. None of this made sense; none of it
could be real. She wondered if she was still in the hospital, had gone
insane. This couldn’t be happening. She looked at her father, calmly
talking about something called Janus and how they’d helped him ruin her
life. On the screen her 11 year old daughter was sucking the cock of a
man who was father to her and her mother. And now Adrian was a lie, too.
It was just too much for her to take in.
‘No,’ Carolyn said, ‘no. You’re lying to me. You’re lying.’
Her father shook his head, held up two fingers. ‘Scout’s honor, it’s
all true.’
On the screen, Daniella was having her head held in place against the
headboard while her father face-fucked her. Cheeks bulging, her eyes
red and liquid, gagging and retching up great gobs of spit, Daniella
accepted the punishment with stoic resignation.
Irwin stared wistfully at the screen. ‘I never got to see if you knew
how to use your mouth, not like that, but Adrian said you were a
natural cocksucker. Seems Daniella inherited something useful from you
after all; such a wonderful mouth on that girl, really.’ He looked
pointedly at her. ‘What did you think?’
Carolyn didn’t hear. She was still trying to wrap her head around
Adrian.‘ But… we had a family together. Mandy, Josh,’ she said in utter
disbelief.
‘No, normal people have families. Fucked up women who can’t bear to be
touched by someone they think they love have to have babies another
way. And who suggested the clinic you went to?’ her father asked.
‘Adrian did. He said some friends of his recommended them.’
‘And who did Adrian work for?’
Carolyn shook her head as if drunk and trying to focus. ‘Janus.’ She
said the word like she had even the first idea who or what Janus was.
‘You saw a Dr Mark Weller on both occasions. He performed the procedure
with a nurse named Rosanna, though she said you could call her Rose.
You cried the first time, but not the second and Adrian, the man of
your dreams you couldn’t bear to actually fuck, held your hand all the
way.’
Carolyn just stared at him. ‘How do you know this?’
Her father gave her an ‘isn’t it obvious?’ look. ‘I was there. I
watched. I wasn’t there for the births, though. No thank you very much.’
‘But… I don’t understand,’ Carolyn said and her voice was small and
child-like. ‘Why were you there?’
He winked at her, ‘Giving them some nice, fresh sperm to put inside
you. Daniella was such a beautiful little girl, made me want us to have
more.’
Carolyn threw up again, though this time there was barely anything left
inside her. Instead she mostly dry retched and gagged.
‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ she repeated, shaking her head, eyes locked
on the television where her father was now laying on the bed, Daniella
above him in a 69. As she sucked and masturbated him, Irwin tongued and
licked the girl’s asshole.
‘I’m still not finished with you, Carolyn. Not yet,’ her father
whispered to Carolyn.
‘Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this? What did
I do?’ and her voice was whining and pleading.
‘You ruined my fucking life, that’s what you did. The shit we went
through, your mother and I, while you were off being pampered and
protected. The abuse, the threats, late night calls, graffiti, windows
smashed, couldn’t go out, lost my job, had to sell up and move, and all
because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut. And even when the
DNA proved I was innocent they still kept an eye on me. I could fucking
feel them looking, watching, waiting for me to give them a reason to
rip my life apart again.’
‘You weren’t innocent! You raped me! You raped me! You did that to me.
I didn’t do it to you,’ and the last words were delivered with a mess
of sobs and cries. ‘They sent me to fucking mental hospital,’ she
wailed. ‘They said I lied and I didn’t, said I was wrong and I wasn’t
and said you were innocent and you fucking weren’t. You f-fucking
weren’t innocent; you did it, all of it.’ Carolyn broke off into a
long, gasping lament. ‘But they made me believe, dad, they made me
believe. If I wanted to see Daniella, I had to believe them and I did.
I did believe them. I had to. I wanted to be with my baby…’
And she looked at the screen, where her father had rolled Daniella off
him and pulled her up onto hands and knees. Her face was against the
mattress, turned to the camera with a blank, glassy look in her eyes.
Her father was smearing a thick, clear lubricant, his fingers slipping
in and out of an unconcerned Daniella’s ass.
‘Oh baby, oh Daniella,’ Carolyn whimpered.
‘I was going to fuck her properly but, you know, why take the risk of
knocking her up like I did her slut mother? And anyway, I’ve got two
young children already. They’ll be handful enough.’
‘Their mine,’ Carolyn said in a way that made it very clear she knew
that wouldn’t be anymore. ‘You can’t take them.’
Her father gestured to the TV screen. On it, Daniella was grimacing in
pain as he pushed into her ass, holding her hips and easing himself
inside with a shuddering breath. ‘Fuck you’re tight,’ her father
whispered from the TV.
‘Apparently I can, because I have.’
‘Why?’ Carolyn said again.
‘You took everything from me; put me through hell, that’s why. Now it’s
my turn.’
‘But I didn’t do anything, it was you, not me, it was – ‘
‘Oh fuck you, Carolyn, you ignorant cunt. If you’d been a good girl,
kept quiet, done as I said, none of this would have happened. I told
you there’d be consequences, I said that if you told anyone I’d make
you wish you hadn’t, didn’t I? I told you that night, all those years
ago. I said it then and I’m proving it now. Wish you’d kept your
fucking mouth shut now, you fucking whore?’ he shouted, suddenly
furious.
Carolyn nodded, unable to speak, eyes on the screen, watching in
helpless horror as her father sodomised a crying Daniella, watched her
cry and screw her eyes shut, small hands curling the sheet into bunches
as her father raped her.
‘You’ve been gone two days, you and Daniella. Looks like you just
picked up and left with your eldest, leaving your two young ones tucked
up in bed.’ He tutted and wagged a disapproving finger at his daughter.
‘Don’t hurt them,’ Carolyn pleaded.
Irwin ignored her. ‘When the police come by to have a proper look,
which they will once your mother and I remind them who you are and how
fragile you are, they’ll find all manner of interesting things there.
Websites you’ve been to, about suicide and depression, how to take your
life, where to do it, all that sort of thing. They’ll find your drug
stash, too. All you had was some pot, but I added a bit of coke and a
nice baggie of meth, too. That would make a very interesting
combination that could have done fuck knows what to your fragile little
mind.’
He paused as remembering something he wanted to tell her. ‘By the way,
we got you with your pot. Spiked it during the week so that when you
had your regular Friday night smoke, there’d be a bit of extra kick,
enough to put you down long enough for me to come round, let myself in
and carry you out to the car. I put you in the trunk,’ he added as if
it was significant.’
Carolyn’s eyes went from her father to the television and back again
‘Then I went back inside, woke Daniella up and told her to get dressed.
She’s such a timid thing; one good smack across the face when she asked
what was going on and she buckled like a belt, followed me like a good
little lamb. The other two didn’t even stir.’
He leant back in his chair with pride. ‘Brought you both here and went
home, but I gave your mother a valium before I went out though, so as
not to disturb her. After that, I just waited for the phone to ring and
someone to say your kids were crying and you were nowhere in sight.
Then we called the police, who weren’t that bothered, but I’ve been
looking for you ever since, obviously.’
Irwin got up, gripped his daughter by the hair and under the chin, held
her square on to the television. ‘But sadly for your worried, fearing
the worst father, there was no sign. You and her, off and gone and
never to be seen again. In the meantime your mother and I will look
after Josh and Amanda while they try and track down their daddy. And
when they can’t find him, because he never existed, don’t forget,
they’ll give up and we’ll apply for and get custody of them
permanently.’
On the screen Daniella was sobbing uncontrollably as her father fucked
her with gleeful abandon, ramming in and out of her. The girl cried out
with each thrust, her red face slick with tears, but she didn’t fight,
didn’t struggle, she just endured.
‘See, I worked out where I went wrong with you; I started too late. I
needed to prepare you for what I wanted, teach you properly, raise you
properly and make you see that being a good girl for me was what you
were born for. Serving me and making me happy should have been as
natural to you as breathing. But you were too old. I need to start
again with someone younger.’
Her father let go of her head with a shove of something like disgust.
‘When you went away, I wanted to start preparing Daniella but you
fucked that up for me, too. You weren’t even there and you were still
fucking things up for me. Unbelievable,’ he said and looked regretfully
at the screen. ‘She could have been glorious, too. She was fucking born
for it, even you can see that.’
On the screen he was driving Daniella into the headboard, crushing her
against it as he jammed his cock into her ass, head thrown back,
gasping as he came deep into her.
Carolyn looked away and back at her father.
He sat back down, ran a hand through his thinning hair and lit another
cigarette. ‘That’s when I decided to kill two birds with one stone; get
you out of my way and still be able to breed you.’ He shook his head
thoughtfully. ‘I love that idea; breeding you. It’s just… perfect. And
when you and yours are gone, I get the young ones and I’ll be able to
raise them properly.’
‘You don’t live alone,’ Carolyn said. ‘What about mum?’
Her father puffed out a thick plume of smoke and smiled at her through
the haze. ‘’She’s well in hand,’ he said, ‘don’t you worry your little
head about that. I’ll have all the time in the world with Josh and
little Amanda.’
He paused as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him. ‘You know I might
even breed them with each other, see what pops out. Now there’s a
thought.’
‘I fucking hate you,’ Carolyn said flatly. ‘There’s not enough room in
me for how much I hate you.’
‘Oh, save some for yourself,’ he said and nodded at the screen. On it,
a visibly trembling Daniella was sprawled between her father’s legs,
his flaccid cock in her hand, licking and sucking it clean.
“That’s a good cunt, Daniella. Nice and clean. Good cunt,’ her father
said in a soft voice. On the TV, he looked up at the camera, smiled,
and then looked back down at Daniella. ‘Now, we had a deal, didn’t we?’
he asked the child, and she nodded, looking up at him but not stopping
her cleaning. ‘What was it? Remind me.’
Daniella lifted her head and looked at him with huge, mournful eyes.
She choked back a sniff, her eyes still wet. ‘You said that if I was a
good girl, you’d let me see my mom.’
Carolyn’s heart almost stopped.
‘And I will, but you remember what else you had to do before, don’t
you?’
Daniella nodded with visible reluctance.
‘Get the camera. Bring it to me but keep it pointed at your face until
you do,’ her father said on the TV.
Daniella obliged.
Carolyn turned away from the screen and looked at her father. ‘Where is
she? Where’ve you put her?’
‘Keep watching, you’ll find out,’ he replied reasonably, nodding at the
TV again.
On it, Daniella was handing him the camera and Carolyn had a few
seconds of close up of her daughter’s face. The puffy eyes, red-rimmed
and bloodshot, tears streaked and drying on her face and a look of pain
and exhaustion etched into her young face. There was a slight swelling
around one eye from where her father had struck Daniella the night he’d
taken her and Carolyn.
‘Good little whore,’ her father said, taking the camera. He looked into
the lens. ‘Surprise,’ he said and blew a kiss. He turned the camera and
rested it onto the wide ledge of the window behind the bed. Beyond the
window, Matthew was putting away the toys from the trolley. It was a
silent world but there was a click, a brief hiss and then there was the
sound of Matthew putting things away. Carolyn was out of it, head
slumped between her shoulders, the livid edges of welts showing on her
ass and up and down her legs.
Matthew was putting the television on the trolley when Irwin walked
into view, Daniella following, holding his hand. Matthew wheeled the TV
and camera over on the trolley, trailing a cable behind it, and ruffled
the girl’s hair like an uncle would a favourite niece.
‘Aren’t you a pretty little thing,’ he grinned at her but Daniella
didn’t even look up at him.
‘She’s going PFE,’ her father told him, ‘so if you want to try her out,
now’s the time.’
Matthew seemed to think about it. ‘Nah, but thanks anyway. Looks like
you’ve knocked the wind out of her as it is and she’s not done yet.’
Caroline watched as Matthew took a blindfold from the trolley top and
wrapped it round on-screen Caroline’s head. ‘She won’t see anything.
Just keep the kid quiet and she’ll be too out of it to really know
what’s happening. Wave this under her nose when you want her awake,’
Matthew said, holding a small glass bottle out to her father.
‘Get ready, Daniella,’ Irwin said to the child. ‘You know what you have
to do.’
Daniella took a breath, looked briefly like she might burst into tears,
and then crouched down behind her unconscious mother. Putting her hands
on the frame to steady herself, Daniella lowered her mouth to
Caroline’s pussy, while up front her father opened the bottle and waved
it under his daughter’s nose.
Watching Carolyn just seemed to shrink somehow, to diminish right
before her father’s eyes. Her mouth trembled in something close to
horror and that developed into a shudder that spread throughout her
restrained body. She shook her head slowly from side to side, her mouth
working but saying nothing.
‘Come here sweetheart,’ her father said from his chair, motioning
behind Carolyn. He lit another cigarette as, almost silently, Daniella
padded round and came to stand by his chair. He pulled the girl between
his open knees, wrapped an arm around her, put his hand on her flat
chest and idly flicked one of the girl’s nipples. Daniella just stared
mournfully at her mother.
‘Oh baby,’ Carolyn said. ‘Oh my poor baby, sshh, Daniella, please don’t
cry. It’s alright, mommy’s here. It’s ok. It’s all ok now.’
At that Daniella did burst into tears. ‘I love you mom. I’m sorry. I
wanted to see you so bad. I was frightened. I didn’t know where you
were. He said he could take me to see you, if I wanted, if I was good.
So I was, I was a good girl. I love you. Don’t go. Don’t leave. He says
you were going away, that you were going back to that hospital because
you didn’t love us. Don’t mom, don’t go back. Stay with us, with me.
Please. I love you.’
And throughout this, as Carolyn and Daniella cried and shook, one
pulling at her restraints with the same futility as she’d done all
night, the other squirming and twisting against the big hand holding
her back, their father smiled and smoked his cigarette.
‘Say goodbye,’ Irwin said to Carolyn, and a hand came from behind her
head, pressing something soft and wet over her mouth and nose. As the
world spun away, the last thing she heard was Daniella screaming.
.
Epilogue
.
The two wooden boxes lay side by side on the concrete floor like
oversized coffins. Inside, sheathed in latex from head to toe, straps
bound up and down their bodies and laying on a shaped section of foam
that filled half of their box, Daniella and her mother slept a black
and dreamless sleep. A tube ran from the front of the heavy hoods they
both wore and connected to other, smaller tubes that vented to the
outside through small grills in the sides of the crate.
A man in dark blue coveralls sealed them in with the matching upper
section of foam that filled their box and then put the lid on, nailing
it down tight. He shook their father’s hand and then he and Matthew
righted the crates, slid a hand trolley under each in turn and wheeled
them to the van that was waiting inside the loading bay for them. They
loaded the boxes, secured them and then shook hands. The man in blue
got in the van and, once Matthew had raised the steel roller door,
drove off into the rainy night.
As Matthew returned to the father, the man’s phone sounded. He pulled
it out, looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. He held up a finger
to Matthew and then answered.
‘Has she come home?’ the man sighed. ‘Thought that was why you were
calling. No, there’s no sign of her. I’ve driven all over the place,
not a sign and it’s getting late. Maybe she took a cab or something, a
bus, you know?’ He listened. ‘Yeah, I think so too. It’s been two days
now. She’d have called or something. I mean, wouldn’t she? Yeah, yeah,
I know. I know but, Christ, what if something’s happened to her or
Daniella? What if they’re –‘ he stopped, listened. ‘Yeah, okay. I’ll
head back and we’ll go to the police again. How are Josh and Amanda?
Yeah, I bet they are. Just do your best, that’s all any of us can do.
Yeah, okay. Yeah, love you too. See you soon. Bye.’
He snapped the phone shut.
‘Nicely done,’ Matthew said.
The father gave a small bow. ‘And the nominees for best actor are…’
Matthew laughed. ‘They both PFE?’ he asked.
The father shook his head. ‘Just Daniella. I’ve got something special
in mind for Carolyn. I’m not done with her by a long way.’
‘You really don’t like her, do you?’ Matthew asked. ‘I’m very
intuitive. I can tell.’
It was the father’s turn to laugh. ‘We don’t get on, no.’
‘Shame; mothers and daughter pairs are always premium, higher than
sisters even. Very in demand, especially PFE ones, though they’d be
pretty high risk I suppose.’ Matthew shrugged.
‘Carolyn would be, that’s for sure. Too unpredictable, too high
maintenance. Best she be kept somewhere she can’t cause any trouble.
Like I say, I’ve got plans for her.’
They shook hands, complimented each other, promised to catch up in a
few days to see how everything was shaking out, and then the father
left. He had an emergency to deal with, not to mention a worried wife
and two young children to comfort. All of these things needed his full
attention lest he make some mistake or oversight and bring the whole
thing crashing down. Janus wouldn’t be happy if that happened, not
after they’d invested so much time and effort in him already.
No, it was better he show his own worth and talents. It was important
that they knew they could trust him to do the right thing, after all.