MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 16 by bager
Apologies to those expecting this to follow on from chapter 15, but I thought I had better explain how Wendy got her natural hair coloring back. – CG
It was lunchtime at Elizabeth’s house; the four of them were seated around the table by the swimming pool. Su and Little Cat know they should not talk directly to Wendy about her previous life.
However this did not stop Wendy from thinking about it, she picked at her food thoughtfully, “What would have happened if I did bite HIS cock off?” She suddenly asked, making Little Cat choke on her food.
While Su was hitting Little Cat on her back, Elizabeth smiled, “Well he would need immediate medical attention, but with modern techniques it would be easy to re-attach, although what use he would have in it isn’t certain.” Elizabeth said.
“Oh shit, then He’d be able to carry on!” Wendy said, “And I’d have to put up with his inspections every night.”
“Inspections? What were they?” Little Cat asked intrigued.
“Every time I pooped He’d check that I’d wiped myself properly, at first HE had me on my knees while HE pushed a finger inside my ass, if it was dirty He’d smack me and put HIS finger in my mouth to clean it off.” Wendy paused. “When I got older HE made me bend over in front of HIM and HE pushed his tummy-stick, I mean penis, into my ass – mummy had been pushing things into my ass for several months and so it was easy for him.” Tears were now trickling down Wendy’s eyes.
Elizabeth considered stopping Wendy, but realized that this might help the girl – by talking out her past life with others.
“I didn’t know what HE was putting into me when HE inspected me for the first few times, but one day I felt it spurting inside me and I knew it was HIS tummy-stick . . . penis. After that He’d make me clean it off!” Wendy made a face when she said that.
“But what was your mummy doing when he was doing that?” Little Cat asked.
“She just stood by watching him and smiling then, when she gave me my bath, she would tell me how good I’m being to HIM” Wendy said with anger in her voice. “I never realized that I was the price for our staying with HIM, but I know that now! Mummy would take me out of the bath and into their bedroom where she would dry me off with HIM watching. She would then make me bend over and she would push something inside my ass while HE would rub HIS penis.
“When mummy had finished HE would go to the wardrobe and choose my nightdress for the night, they were always short and I would never have knickers to go with them. Then after mummy put it on me they would send me to bed.”
“At least you were able to sleep then.” Su asked
But Wendy shook her head, “No, He’d come into my bedroom each night ‘just to make sure I was still clean’ He’d say. I’d have to lie face down while HE . . . inspected . . . me.”
“Was that just with his fingers or . . .” Elizabeth gently? Asked
“At first it was, but then . . . later on . . . He’d climb onto my bed and hold me down with HIS body while HE . . . inspected me with HIS penis.” This time she started to cry bringing both Little Cat and Su to her sides comforting her.
“It’s alright, he’s not here, and he can’t get to you here!” Little Cat whispered into Wendy’s ear.
“But what happens when we go back? He is going to be there and he will be waiting for me! I know HE is!” Wendy said still crying away.
“But you won’t be alone. Your daddy will be there. He’ll protect you.” Su said
“But he’ll never be able to beat HIM. You don’t know what He’s able to do!” Wendy protested.
Elizabeth shook her head, “No Wendy. HE does not know what WE are capable of doing. Remember you have friends now and we WILL help you whenever we can.” She said, hoping that she was not committing herself and Funiculaireville to a war. “Now eat your lunch and then we’ll have a spot of sunbathing before we visit my friend.” She added.
Wendy shook her head this time, “I can’t stay out too long, and I always burn. HE liked that because HE HAD to put some stuff all over my body.” Wendy said.
“What? With your hair coloring, I would have thought . . .” Su began to say.
“Wendy’s natural coloring is blonde, it’s just that her hair is dyed. I’m taking her to see Maurice and we’re getting her changed back to blonde.” Elizabeth said interrupting Su before she said anything to upset Wendy again.
After the lunch, Little Cat and Su got out some sun-loungers for the four of them to sit on and lie back on. While they were lying there, Wendy asked the question that had bothered her.
“Elizabeth why is it that you have slaves looking after you?” She asked.
Elizabeth smiled as she looked over at the two . . . yes slaves was the term for the, but she gave the answer consideration before she spoke. “Let’s see, when I was younger I employed a secretary to do my paperwork and arrange appointments. Then one day I was treating a young girl . . . she was an orphan, her parents were a psychologist and a nurse. She was, to be honest, as mess. I couldn’t leave her alone.”
Su giggled at the memory, “It’s true, in fact mistress was the first woman I ever slept with.”
Elizabeth sighed, “It was wrong of me and I reported the incident to the town council, but instead of stripping me of my doctorate and putting me in prison they suggested that Su stayed with me until she was better, and then see how she felt afterwards.” Elizabeth said.
“So you’re still being treated. Is that it Su?” Wendy asked, but was surprised to be greeted with laughter from Su.
“No, sorry Wendy. I stayed with Mistress for a month before I returned to the orphanage; it was later, when I had to be placed for training, that Mistress offered me a place with her. But she was to be in total control of my life.” She paused to gather her thoughts, “Back in history people would place themselves under the same control as indentured servants, and that is what I am. In two years time my service to Mistress Elizabeth is up, but I don’t know what I’ll do after that.” Su finished sadly.
“I’m sorry Su, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Wendy said, “But what about Little Cat? Is she like Su?”
“Little Cat is indeed my slave.” Elizabeth said, “I have paid for her to a man I was checking out for the council. I applied to his go-between for him to kidnap a girl and train her to be a slave. Therefore, in a way I am responsible for Little Cat being forced into this life. It’s something I’m ashamed of.” Elizabeth said and Wendy could see tears in her eyes as she spoke.
“But it’s alright Mistress. I prefer this life, in fact I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Little Cat said reaching out to her mistress’s hand.
“I . . . I don’t understand. Did you want to be a slave?” Wendy asked.
“Oh no, I didn’t really, but now I’ve a lot to look forward to.” Said Little Cat smiling [see – The Training of Little Cat by Turner 2 Corners]
Elizabeth nodded, “She was well trained by her kidnapper and seemed happy to be with me. In fact I was taken with her when I first met her at his house.”
“You went to a kidnapper’s house. Weren’t you scared?” Wendy asked.
“Oh yes, but I did trust him. Although I was being discretely followed and tracked, it was built into my shoes” She confided. “But he didn’t do anything and was a perfect gentleman.”
“Did you ever see him again?” Wendy asked.
“Yes, several times.” Came the surprising answer, “He got into trouble with one of his clients on the outside and call us for help. We made him a teacher in the girl’s school.” Elizabeth said, Little Cat giggled at Wendy’s look. “He was very good for the short time he was here, but it was decided to let him back outside as he would be useful to us . . . and he has been.” Elizabeth finished by smiling.
It was later in the afternoon and Elizabeth was driving, a now dressed and slightly brown, Wendy into the town. They stopped near the shopping mall and Elizabeth took her inside a discrete door.
“Elizabeth . . .how nice to see you again. And is this the darling young girl you spoke about?” The man did not walk in so much as minced in. He took Wendy’s hand and took her over to a chair; he placed a smock over her clothes and then sat her down so that her back was to a basin. “Do you mind if I look closely at your hair?” He asked and then started to peer at Wendy’s head.
“Oh! My poor thing, this is such a crime! Your hair is STARVING for food and this . . . well this crud is in the way. Now if you’ll let me start work?” The man, Wendy wondered if he was a man, said.
Wendy looked at Elizabeth for approval. “It’s okay Wendy, Maurice is one of the best hairdressers around.”
“Elizabeth! I am hurt, mortified. Me, Maurice just a hairdresser Non, I am to coiffure as Fort Knox is to gold, a mere hairdresser is nothing I am an expert par excellence!”
Elizabeth bent down to Wendy’s ear, “Not to mention a false accent!” And smiled, “but there’s nothing he doesn’t know about hair. I trust him, so what do you say?”
“O . . . okay, but it won’t hurt will it?” Wendy said.
“My dear, I wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head . . . What am I saying!” Maurice said and gave a giggle. Wendy looked again at Elizabeth who gave a reassuring nod and then went to a seat to sit down.
“Now first of all I’ve got to get rid of this atrocious color, just lean back and relax while I do all the work!” Maurice started by wetting Wendy’s hair and then looked at the water in the basin. “Hmm! Yes, this dye is from abroad, I think I have a formula to negate it, I’ll be back in a moment.” Then he walked to the back of the shop.
Maurice returned after a few minutes with a small bottle. “Now I got this from a lovely man in exchange for . . . well never mind what for, and it’s supposed to take effect quite quickly . . . let’s try it shall we?” Maurice said smiling.
He started by working on a small patch of hair, giving a satisfied cry. “Yes, yes once again Maurice is invincible, come Elizabeth see how Maurice, he achieves the impossible.” When Elizabeth looked, she could see a golden hue amongst the dark coloring of Wendy’s hair.
“Oh Wendy, your hair is a lovely color, your father isn’t going to recognize you.” Elizabeth said encouragingly and after a moment added, “And I’m sure your mother won’t either!” A thought that made Wendy smile because she new he would not recognize her either.
It was another hour before Wendy was out of the hair salon; her long hair had been restored to its original color and was styled in an easy to manage way. Elizabeth had spoken into a mobile phone and looked slightly surprised. “Well that wasn’t in the program!” She said to herself
“What’s wrong?” Wendy asked
“Nothing’s wrong Wendy, it’s just that your father has been working faster than I though, that’s all. He convinced Janet to take time off work and to show him around the town. So I suppose I’d better take you back to Janet’s house as Tania will be home soon.” Elizabeth said smiling at Wendy.
The journey back to Janet’s house was uneventful; Elizabeth walked with Wendy up to the front door and rang the bell. The young man, Andrew, who smiled at Wendy, opened the door.
“Good afternoon miss, that hairstyle does suit you.” He said which made Wendy smile at him. “Good afternoon Doctor Elizabeth, I’m afraid that my mistress is not at home yet.”
Elizabeth nodded, “I know Andrew, Wendy’s father has taken her out from work, I know that Tania should be home soon so I’d like to leave Wendy here.”
Andrew smiled, “Certainly Doctor, do you require any refreshments Miss Wendy?” he asked.
“Err no . . . thank you.” Wendy said uncertain about how to react to this person, she glanced at Elizabeth.
“That will be all thank you Andrew, I’m sure Wendy can make her way to her room.” Elizabeth said at which Andrew nodded, bowed and turned away.
“What’s wrong Wendy? You can trust Andrew; he is just like Su. Anyway, you are wearing the pendant so he will not touch you without permission. I suggest you retire to your room, Tania will be home soon and she can fill you in on what’s happening at school, I think you might like our lessons.” Elizabeth added with a smile.
Wendy nodded and said goodbye, when she got to her room she was apprehensive again, ‘School?’ she pondered ‘why couldn’t she just be on holiday?’ Tania charging in to her room disrupted her thoughts; bubbling about the fun, she would have with a friend of hers; her name is Keri shi is in my classes.
Tania kept talking that the time just flew past and until Tania took, her hand Wendy did not realize what was happening.
The pair presented themselves at the door when Andrew opened it to admit John and Janet, they seemed surprised to see the pair of girls there, Janet put her hands on her hips. “Tania, you know I said no sleepovers until Wendy is used to us!” She said.
Wendy could not contain herself; she started to giggle and then said. “It’s me mummy Janet, Wendy!” and she started to tell her father and ‘mother’ about her day with Elizabeth, somehow being able to talk so freely seemed to make thing better.
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