(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail at henlar@hotmail.com. 


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature. 

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author.



The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 18.


I missed Sophie. After I'd moved, we didn't see each other quite as often as before. She couldn't just pop in if she had half an hour. She would have to take the bus or I'd have to pick her up, usually the later. She had a key, like she'd had to my flat, and I loved it if she was there when I came home from work. She still did that every now and then. 

One Tuesday in late April, Sophie was there when I got home. I was home rather late and it irked me that I hadn't come home before, because Sophie probably would have to go home soon. 

"Hi, my love. Been here long? I'm sorry I'm so late," I said.

"I've . . . I'm here to stay. I'm not going back this time," Sophie said. 

"What happen?" I asked.

I sat down in the sofa next to Sophie and pulled her close to me. She didn't look at all happy. 

"I forgot to take off the heart you gave me for my birthday. Mum wanted to know where I got it and I decided to tell her. I mean, I told her I got it from my boyfriend. She just went through the ceiling. She began talking about sending me to an all girl boarding school. It was like I'd told her I'd robbed a bank or something. She immediately forbid me to see you and she forbid me to go anywhere."

"And then you left?"

"No. I went to my room and packed my things first. I knew I didn't want to go back. Mum kept shouting. She said that I'd get hurt, that you would hurt me. She always say that. If I let you have "your way", you would dump me. I told her I'd had "my way" with you and you'd had "Your way" with me and we loved each other. Dad tried to calm her, but he agreed with her. They wanted to send me away," Sophie said.

Tears began to form in her eyes. I hugged her tightly and tried to comfort her. 

"Nobody is going to send you away, my love. You'll stay here with me and we'll work something out," I whispered.

"I don't want to work anything out with them. Not again. They . . . they."

Sophie didn't finish the sentence. I don't know what she was going to say, but I think she felt let down by her parents. Everything she wanted, they were against and for no particular reason. How could they talk about sending her away? What was the great idea of having children, if you wanted to send them away? Not that Sophie was a child any more, but she was still their child. 

"You'll stay here with me. Nobody is going to take you away from me. Nobody is going to hurt you," I whispered.

As long as her parents didn't know where she was, they couldn't do anything. I hadn't worked out what to do, if or when her parents found out that she was with me. I just knew I would never let go of her again. 

- - - 

I didn't put pressure on Sophie to make her call her parents this time. I reckoned she deserved a little time to work things out for herself. She deserved much more than that, but I couldn't give it to her. Only her parents could and right now, Sophie hated them and everything they stood for. 

The first thing Sophie did was to get her hair cut short and dyed red. It was a dark, warm auburn red and it looked so good on her, almost more natural than her natural hair colour. I don't know if Sophie really cared how it looked. All she cared about was that her parents would never let her do it. 

She also wanted her earlobes pierced. Her parents had blindly refused to even talk about it. I couldn't see anything wrong with that. Most of the girls I knew had pierced earlobes and I gave Sophie a nice pair of golden earrings. 

On Friday, Sophie wanted to play one of her role-playing games, which of course meant that she was going to have her bottom spanked. I was the strict headmaster and she was the naughty schoolgirl. It didn't take long before Sophie was standing with her bare bottom in the air, nicely coloured. She was very turned on and kept pushing me to spank her harder. I did, until I figured she'd had enough and I told her I would have to find other ways to punish her, meaning that we were going to engage in some kind of sex. But Sophie had other ideas.

"Will you take off your belt and use it on my bottom?" Sophie asked.

It wasn't unusual that she suggested what she wanted me to do this way, but she'd never suggested anything like that.

"No. That will be too much," I replied.

"No it won't," Sophie said. "I bet you I can take it."

I was a little shocked. Hitting her with my leather belt was a step in a direction I had never considered taking. 

"No, Sophie. I don't want to hurt you, you know that."

"But you know you can't hurt me," Sophie protested.

"Maybe not, but I'm not going to put it to the test."

Sophie resigned and we continued the game. She was very wild and it was as if she tried to buck and grind against my teeth, when I licked her pussy. We got though the game without serious injuries, but only just. I'd never experienced Sophie acting like that and it worried me a little.   

Sophie appeared to be happy. At times, she would suddenly be far away, caught up in her own thoughts, but if I asked her if anything was wrong, she just smiled and said that everything was fine. 

- - - 

Sophie still didn't want to call her parents. I had hoped that she would eventually do it, but she was stern set on not calling them.

"What about your grandparents? You could call them instead," I suggested.

"I don't really know them," Sophie said. "Mum and dad don't get along with either of them. I saw my mum's parents a few years back, at my uncle's funeral, but we didn't talk."

'God, it runs in the family,' I though to myself, but I didn't say anything.

- - -

I went home late on Monday. Sophie wasn't in the living room when I came in and I began looking for her. I was sure she was home. I found her in the bedroom. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, naked. Scattered around her were a number of clothespins. She had put clothespins on her nipples and labia. My clothespins were new and very tight. It had to hurt really badly. She put another clothespin on her inner lips, just as I came in. A flicker of pain crossed her face. 

"Sophie! What are you doing?" I asked, shocked.

She hadn't heard me come and jumped at the sound of my voice.

"I wanted to surprise you," she said.

"You're hurting yourself. Why?"

"It doesn't hurt. Nothing I do with you or for you can hurt me. See!"

Before I had time to do anything, Sophie took a pin and put it on her clit. She couldn't suppress a cry of pain as the pin squeezed tightly around her sensitive flesh. 

"No, Sophie. Stop, please. You got to stop."

I sat down next to her on the bed and began to remove the clothespins very cautiously. It hurt and Sophie's pain was transferred to me. I could feel the agonising pain in my own nipples as I took the pins off her nipples. They left some ugly marks and bruises. 

"Sophie, you can't punish yourself for what has happened. It's not your fault," I said, as I removed the last pin.

I pulled her close and let my fingers run through her hair. 

"It doesn't hurt. It's not true what they say. You can't hurt me," Sophie sniffled. 

I realised that I'd been a coward all along. I knew what I had to do and I should have done it a long time ago. 

"We can't go on this way, Sophie. I'm going to call your parents. We have to sort this out," I said.

"No! I don't want to talk to them," Sophie protested.

"I do. You don't have to say anything, but I want to talk to your parents. I want to know why all this has happened. I'm going to call them and then we are going to see them."

"No. They'll just send me away. I don't want to leave you," Sophie whimpered.

She had kept it all inside for so long, but now it began to come out and Sophie broke down in tears. I held her tight and told her over and over again that she was going to stay with me, no matter what happened. It took the best part of half an hour to calm her down. She got dressed and we went in to call her parents. I didn't exactly look forward to it, but it had to be done. 

"Mrs Petersen? It's Eric Green, your former neighbour. I'm calling you about Sophie."

"My God! Is she all right? Is she with you?" Mrs Petersen whimpered.

"She's fine, but she's very unhappy and I think we need to talk about it."

"She'll have to come home. She'll be happy if she comes home. Has anything happened to her? Has her boyfriend left her?" 

"No, he hasn't and he won't. I'm her boyfriend, Mrs Petersen. That's not the point, though. Sophie can't go on like this. We need to get things settled once and for all. We are coming over in an hour. We just need something to eat first."

"YOU! I demand that you bring Sophie back immediately. She belongs here, you filthy . . . you, you," 

"I'm bringing her, but she only stays if she wants to stay. We'll be there in an hour."

I didn't just want to hang up on Mrs Petersen, so it took some time to end the conversation. She was very upset and called me all kind of things. I just hoped that an hour was enough to calm her down. 

- - - 
  
Sophie didn't want to go at all. I guess I could have gone alone, but I had promised her mother to take her with me. I tried to imagine what Mrs Petersen would look like when she was angry. I'd seen her worried, but never angry. It suddenly got me thinking of something else. 

"Sophie, how old is your mother?"

"She's just turned thirty-three. Why?" Sophie answered.

That had to be it! Not that I knew exactly what the reason for their strange behaviour was, but I had a pretty good idea. I didn't want to say anything to Sophie at this point, though. I could still be wrong.

"Just wondering."

Sophie stayed behind me when we went up the stairs to her parent's flat. My finger had hardly left the doorbell, before the door was opened. 

"What have you done to her, you creep? What have you done to my daughter?" Mrs Petersen yelled when she saw Sophie with red, short hair. 

She tried to get past me and reached out to grab Sophie's arm. Sophie hid behind me and tried to avoid her mother. Mr Petersen appeared behind his wife and pulled her back.

"Take it easy, dear. Let them come in. We agreed to listen to them," he said.

He appeared to be calm, but sad, almost apathetic. Mrs Petersen reluctantly withdrew and let us in. Sophie made sure to keep me between herself and her mother and Mr Petersen kept his wife away from me. We sat down around the dinner table. Mrs Petersen looked at Sophie.

"My little Sophie. Why are you doing this to us?" she said.

"It's not me," Sophie said. "You've been treating me like a baby for years. You . . ."

"Let's try to solve this, shall we?" I interrupted her. 

Her father nodded. My stomach hurt really badly. This was the most unpleasant situation I had ever been in, as far back as I cold recall. The hostility of Sophie's mother was digging into me and I began to feel guilty. Maybe it was I who had set Sophie up against her parents. Maybe I was the problem after all. I thought about it for a second before I decided to continue. I wasn't the problem. I couldn't be.

"Sophie has had a special upbringing. Apparently, you have never told her why she couldn't do the same things as other girls her age. I've been thinking a lot about it, since I first got to know Sophie, but it has remained a mystery to me," I said.

"It's none of your business," Mrs Petersen interrupted me.

Her husband put a hand on her shoulder and she sat back, still staring angrily at me. I decided jump in with both feet and see what kind of reaction I would get. It couldn't get much worse. I took a deep breath.

"I do have an idea, though. Mrs Petersen, you were sixteen, when you had Sophie," I said.

I let the words sink in, waiting to see if there were any reaction. Sophie's mother turned pale. Mr Petersen was just about to say something, but his wife broke in.

"You have no right to come here and insinuate anything, you-you-you," she couldn't find a name to call me.

"Don't, Amy," Mr Petersen said. "We should have talked about it a long time ago."  

"He has no right. He's taken our daughter away from us. Look at her."

Mrs Petersen hysterically pointed a stiff finger at Sophie. Sophie was about to say something, but it was as if Mr Petersen finally woke up. His wife went on about how I'd taken her baby from her and that she wanted me out of her home, but Mr Petersen managed to stop her and began talking, quietly and calm.

"Sophie. Your mother and I grew up in the country, as you know. We grew up on neighbouring farms and there were no other farms nearby. Our parents never got along well. I don't know why. I think it was a dispute about land, dating back several generations."

He paused and took a deep breath. Mrs Petersen was about to say something, but he raised his hand. 

"No, let me continue. I've known your mother since she was born, but we rarely saw each other, because of our parents, but one day, I suddenly saw this beautiful young girl. I fell in love with her and she with me. We . . . I got your mother pregnant." 

Mr Petersen had to take another deep breath. 

"It was a catastrophe. Your mother's parents claimed that I'd raped their daughter. They . . . I was arrested, but Amy insisted that I hadn't raped her and since she was of legal age, when she got pregnant, the police had to drop the charges. My parents claimed that Amy had seduced me . . . they accused her parents for setting me up to slander them . . . I couldn't stand it . . . We ran away."

He stopped. Sophie's mother was hiding her face in her hands. 

"It was difficult. We had to quit school and get jobs. We suddenly had the responsibility of a little child. We . . . we had no experience and nobody to ask. We . . . wanted to protect you. Nothing was ever going to happen to you. You have to understand what we went through. We didn't want you to . . . to end up like us."  

It was awful. I could see the pain in his face as he spoke. 

"Sophie, we tried to protect you because we love you. We wanted you to get a good life, an education. We . . . love you Sophie. Maybe . . . we were too worried . . . you have to understand. We love you." 

"Why?" Sophie whispered. "Why did you . . ."

The tears began running down her cheeks. I put my arm around her. 

"We tried to do what we thought was best for you," her father said.

Sophie's sorrow turned to anger.

"Have you any idea what it was like to be me? Never to be able to do what my friends did - Be alone all the time - Be a freak? Have you any idea how much it hurt?" she whimpered.

"Please, Sophie. Try to understand . . ." he father insisted. 

"No! You try to understand. You never told me why. You never told me anything. You only told me all the things I couldn't do. How could I understand? What is it you want me to understand? That you were going to send me away? You don't send someone you love away? You don't ridicule someone you love. You don't put them in a prison!" Sophie screamed.

"I'm sorry, Sophie," her father said.

"You're sorry!" Sophie screamed hysterically. "You've . . . ruined my life!"

"Please, Sophie," her father said.

Sophie got up and headed for the door. I got hold of her and pulled her close to me. She fought me, banging her hands against me chest. 

"Calm down, Sophie," I whispered to her. "Easy now. Take a deep breath."

"I want to go home," she whimpered.

Her mother came to life again.

"This is your home, Sophie," her mother said.

"No, mum. This is not home. This was my prison. I'm free now."

"No, Sophie. Don't go," her mother whimpered.

God, had I started this? Was it at all a good idea to try and get things out into the light? I wanted to leave, to get out of there and forget all about it, but somewhere deep inside I knew I couldn't just do that. This would have to be settled. Not today, but we had to leave the door open. I turned to Sophie's father.

"I think we all need to sleep on this. You know where Sophie is now, and I think you should come and see us, but right now, I think Sophie need a little time. We will call you tomorrow."

Her father nodded. He looked tired, but there was something different, something in his eyes when he looked at Sophie in my arms. Tenderness. I believed him when he said he had done it all out of love for Sophie.  


To be continued. 
  
      

You can find more stories written by me at:
http://www.asstr.org/~henlar/ 
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/henlar


