MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 19 by bager
I returned to Janet’s house slightly confused, how could a police officer sound like a person in a dream. I suppose it could be coincidence but it was nagging at me . . . I found myself in the kitchen, the youth, Adrian, was working on a tray; he smiled at me as I entered.
“Good morning Sir, I noticed you were out and so I haven’t prepared a tray for you, I hope you don’t mind if I return to make your breakfast in a few minutes?” He asked.
“That’s okay, I can make my own.” I said.
“I do insist Sir, it is my duty to serve Mrs. Jones and her guests. If you’ll excuse me there is some orange juice on the table for you.” Adrian said and left the kitchen.
I sat down finding that I was very thirsty, poured myself a glass of orange juice and emptied the glass before I knew it.
I gathered my thoughts, and then the events of the previous night came back to me, did I actually . . . Yes I did! Why did I not stop myself, I enjoyed striking Tania and then Sodom sing her, But that really was not me at all, was it?
I was still thinking this when Adrian returned, “Breakfast Sir?” He asked but I found I was not hungry.
“Not at the moment, do you mind if I just talked to you?” I said looking at him.
He looked slightly surprised but nodded, standing in front of me in an attentive attitude. I gestured to another chair where he reluctantly sat down.
“I shouldn’t really be doing this Sir . . . I’m supposed to remain standing when being spoken to Sir.” He protested.
“It’s my responsibility; you’re just obeying a guest’s instruction. Now what is your position here?” I said gently.
“I’m engaged to serve Mrs. Jones and her guests, my duties include preparing meals and generally tidying up the house along with the other staff.” He said brightly.
I shook my head, “That wasn’t really the question was it. Why do you serve Mrs. Jones?”
“It’s part of my contract with Funiculaireville, I’ve been a willful person and this is to teach me humility,” He looked at me, “It was either this or to be thrown out of Funiculaireville, I don’t want that to happen to me.”
“But what if your duties involve personal harm?” I asked.
“I’m allowed to refuse such duties Sir, the orphanage has invested a lot of money in me and they instruct that I can be punished for non-compliance but mutilation is not allowed.” He said with a puzzled look on his face.
“And are you expected to engage in sex acts with guests?” I asked – I was not that way inclined but needed to know.
“As long as no permanent damage is done to me then yes Sir, do you need to use me?” There was no change in his tone, as if this was a normal thing to ask.
“No, err, thank you Adrian. I take it it’s regarded as part of your normal duty here?” I asked – I was intrigued I must admit.
“On occasions, Mrs. Jones has asked me to take care of some of her guests as well as Miss Tania; I haven’t received any complaints from Mrs. Jones during my normal punishment sessions. If there had been then I would receive a more painful reminder of my duties to the household.” His voice showed a slight tone of pride, of a job well done.
“Finding out about my household are you John.” Janet entered the kitchen. Adrian quickly got to his feet and placed his hands behind his back.
I smiled at her, “Good morning Janet, I hope you didn’t keep my daughter up too late last night, and I must apologies for Adrian here, I told him to sit down.” I said to forestall any arguments that Janet may have made.
“If you told him to sit down then there’s no problem,” Janet said smiling, “But at the moment Tania is waiting for you, it seems she’s not allowed to remove a certain object without your permission, and she wants to get ready for school.”
I nodded, “Yes I did leave her with a . . . bit of a problem, I’d better see to her.” I went to my bedroom where Tania and Wendy were sitting on my bed talking. “A Good morning to you ladies. I hope you had a pleasant night sleep.” I asked them both.
“Yes thank you daddy, mummy Janet was very nice to me.” Wendy said and
“Nearly daddy John, but I need to use the toilet now.” Tania said turning around so that the butt-plug was visible.
“I don’t know, should I allow you to remove that or should you have to go to school with it in, twice in two days should be a record.” I said smiling at Tania’s expression and then relenting, “Come with me.” I said to her and let her to the bathroom.
She bent over the toilet as I eased the but-plug from her anus, I smiled as she quickly turned and sat down on the seat, not so much relieving herself than emptying herself of the stored mixture. “Thank you daddy John, that feels much better.” She said smiling at me as she did so.
I handed her the butt-plug and watched her as she washed it carefully, ensuring that all the detritus was removed and then she licked it to taste whether she had cleaned it properly. As she did not make a face, I assumed that the plug was clean enough.
“Brush your teeth now and then get dressed for school, don’t forget I’ll be checking.” I told her as I left the room to return to my bedroom.
Wendy was sitting on the bed her face showed sadness, I sat down beside her and asked her what was wrong. “You don’t love me any more, you love Tania now!” She said despondently.
I held her tight and kissed her forehead, “I do love you Wendy, you are my daughter, and I will always love you above all others.” I told her she looked at me as if checking my words and then hugged me with all her strength.
“Oh daddy, I do love you.” She said with tears in her eyes.
“I know my darling Wendy. Now you’ve got to go to school today, I want you to dress nicely and behave yourself, this time don’t do what Tania may tell you, she might try to play tricks on you.”
“Daddy John that’s mean! It’s expected to play tricks on newsiest students!” Tania said from the bathroom.
“What would happen if you arrived at school without your knickers today? Because that is what’s going to happen if you don’t promise to look after Wendy and protect her from any tricks?” I said giving Tania an evil grin.
“Daddy John! You wouldn’t, I’d have to stand in front of the school at dinner and recite some poetry.” She said but her eyes were sparkling with the thought.
“Poetry? That doesn’t sound too bad.” I said
Tania made a face, “It’s a translation of some Indian poems called Amarusataka, its all hard words.” She said and then added “After that it’s 10 from a paddle, again in front of the school. Miss Hawkins can really swing that paddle.” She finished and rubbed her ass in reflection.
“Well then that’s warning enough. Come on you two get dressed.” I told them and kissed them both. I watched them both run out of my room and into Wendy’s. I took the time to change my clothes.
While I dressed I thought about little things, like how did I know where the toys had been kept, also how did I know the names of such things, I’m sure I didn’t know them before yesterday!
Yesterday, What happened yesterday? I met Janet at the office and was introduced to the ‘Purple group’ . . . Purple, purple what was it that my dream mentioned? Purple markers Perhaps these people were just color prejudiced, purple color prejudiced!
I joined the girls and Janet downstairs in the dining room where Adrian had a cooked breakfast ready for the girls and me, Janet having already eaten.
“Did you enjoy your run this morning?” Janet asked as the girls ran for the bus, both with enough food for a battalion.
“I did, it helped to clear my mind.” I said in a cheerful voice.
“Oh . . . good!” Janet said but her tone was uncertain.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” I said pleasantly
“I don’t mind at all.” Janet said regarding me closely.
“Just what did happen to me during the aircraft trip, was I drugged? And was I examined for something?” I said, still keeping my voice neutral.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about John. I know that there was a problem on the plane and that you were in hospital where you would have been examined to see what it was.” She said but there was something in the way she spoke that meant she was hiding something.
I stood up, “I’m sorry Janet, I think it would be better if I collected Wendy and we returned to England. I think I’m being manipulated and I don’t like it!” I said and went to leave the room.
“No John, please! I don’t want to lose you; Tania feels that you’re the one we need.” Janet said.
I shook my head, “I’m sorry Janet, I’m sure you wouldn’t like people interfering in your life, I certainly don’t!” I said but she grabbed hold of my arm.
“Please John, it’s not meant like that. You needed relaxing, that was all that was done.” Janet protested.
“RELAXING, It turned me into a ravaging monster. I deliberately whipped your daughter and then raped her! You call that relaxing. How did they program my knowledge into taws, the dog whips, butt-plugs, dildos, butterfly clips, clamps and me. I did not know anything about them, but here I am using them like an expert! That wasn’t relaxing, it was reprogramming.” I protested.
“Not reprogramming, just releasing information back into your mind.” Janet said.
“Right! So I’ve had this information in my brain, and then out of general interest your people decided to overcome my normal reactions and also open the doors to this data?” I asked.
“Something like that, I don’t know who’d be able to . . .” Janet began to say but the door opened and Adrian walked in, he stood slightly in front of Janet, his feet placed slightly apart but keeping him balanced. I recognized the stance; it was the same one that Su had taken before she defended Elizabeth.
I stood back away from the pair of them, Adrian looked apologetic, “I’m sorry Sir, but from the tone of your voice I believed my mistress is in danger.” He said, “I have alerted the appropriate people who will be here shortly.” He added.
“If they’re the packers then that’s good, I’m leaving Funiculaireville!” I said and, taking a circular route managed to leave the room. As I closed the door I heard Janet start to cry and “I am losing him . . . Adrian I need him, he is . . .” But the door cut off the rest of her words.
I ran upstairs and grabbed a suitcase, piling clothes into it; I wanted to leave this place! I had to leave this place! I ran into Wendy’s room and did the same there . . . Wendy! I would have to go to the school to take her out of the class.
I grappled with both suitcases and dragged them downstairs Janet was waiting there, tears in her eyes, “Please John, reconsider this. Tania needs you, the company needs you . . .” She stopped talking, unable to continue.
“I’m sorry Janet, I’m not going to be a lap dog obeying the whims of unknown people. I am going back home with my daughter, I am sorry for Tania and I feel guilty about what I did to her last night. I’ll still work for the company so there’s no loss there.” I said.
“ . . . I need you John. You showed me yesterday that you had a firm hand. It is something that I need. Daddy knew what to do and deep inside so do you. Please John reconsider what you’re doing.” Janet begged.
“No Janet, I’m sorry about you, I do like you. But I need to be myself.” I said and went outside . . . Where there was a black and white car with a blue light flashing on it. The two police officers, both female, had their guns out and pointed at me.
“MR. ARCHER, DROP THE CASES AND LIE DOWN ON THE GROUND.” The voice was amplified and had an air of authority about it although I did not see the person who spoke. The click of the guns was enough to tell me to listen to her.
I was on the floor in an instant, the two officers cautiously approached me, one kept her gun trained on me as the other placed handcuffs onto my wrists. She helped me rise to my feet and escorted me to their car.
They drove me back to the hospital, not the police station as I expected. They escorted into the lift and they pressed a button. The lift descended, which surprised me. In addition, the cuffs on my hands were taken off.
“We’re sorry about this Mr. Archer, but we have to consider the safety of Funiculaireville above everything else.” One of the officers said, as if that explained everything. Hers was another voice from my dream, so I took a chance.
“That’s okay nurse. I suppose the doctor will just wipe the past few days from my mind.” I said hearing her gasp in surprise.
The lift door opened and Elizabeth was standing there, her arms crossed. However, there was a smile on her face; at least it looked like a friendly smile. “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary John.” She said and turned to walk to a doorway, I followed her noticing that the two ‘police officers’ remained in the lift. We entered a room with a table and two chairs. Elizabeth sat in one and gestured to the other. “Now John, what do you want to ask?” She said.
“Let me get some things straightened out in my mind first.” I said and at Elizabeth’s nod, I started. “First the aero plane incident, both Wendy and I were drugged weren’t we?” I looked at Elizabeth who nodded her head. “Okay then, when the plane landed we were brought here for examination. I’m not sure what you were trying to find, but the name Purple seemed to be important, I remember a thing called the Purple gene?”
Elizabeth’s face showed concern, “I did read the report and it seemed to me that you weren’t really under while the secondary tests were done, in fact the nurse on duty did report that you were conscious at one stage.”
“Yes, the ‘police officer’ who was in the lift with me . . . I recognized her voice, I dreamed about her last night. Oh yes, was my performance alright?” I asked and at Elizabeth’s look I expanded, “After I was . . . what, reprogrammed? Programmed With the television trick yesterday, I spanked Tania, then simonized her and finally impaled her with a butt-plug. Most of which I would not normally do, I assume it was recorded for future blackmail?”
“It wasn’t programming, not as such. All we did was to suppress your normal responses. We were trying to show you that life here could be better. Tania was the main reason for your being here in the first place.” Elizabeth said and at my confused look she added, “Tania is your sponsor to remain in Funiculaireville.” As if that explained everything.
“But she’s only 12!” I said, “How can she be responsible enough? I would have thought that Janet would have been more involved.” Somehow, I managed to notice that I did not quibble about staying in Funiculaireville.
“Her age doesn’t matter, to her you have shown yourself willing to protect her against her enemies and to love her as she wants to be loved, even your spanking and other actions against her show her that. You must realize by now that we’re not a ‘normal’ town, we have a slight genetic problem.”
“You mean the Purple gene.” I asked but she shook her head.
“No, that was something found in another potential candidate, but it wouldn’t be suitable to allow him to remain in the town. No this genetic problem is different.” Elizabeth looked around as if seeking permission to continue speaking. “You see John, ever since our forefathers first came to this valley the birth rate has been abnormal. For every six girls born only one boy is born. Over the years we’ve tried to eliminate the problem, but nothing we’ve done will restore the balance.”
“Is it in the water? The soil?” I asked her.
“I mean we’ve tested everything, from the water to the sunlight, recently we tested for radiation, although that’s discounted as the children are perfectly healthy, although more precocious than worldwide norms.” She looked at me, unsmiling, “We need healthy men, in an effort to overcome this effect . . . but somehow I don’t think that would work, since all the females here would be already affected. But we never give up on this.”
She waited a moment for this to sink into me. “So you want me for what? A sperm bank?” I asked her
She shook her head again, “Not at all, I will admit that any additions to the gene pool is always welcomed. No we need you to keep Janet sane!” I think that was not what I expected because my mouth dropped open. “I mean it John, Janet required a firm guidance when she was young and without it she’s liable to break down, how was she yesterday?”
I thought back, “Like a young child anxious to please her father, and thinking she hadn’t. She almost asked me to spank her.”
Elizabeth nodded, “A request that you acted on, did you have to really think about what you were doing?” She said.
“Well . . . No, I did just what I thought she needed. I also ordered her to leave her work for others to get on with.” I added.
“Which is what we’ve been trying to do for ages, ever since David left her in fact. She looked after Tania, but could not keep away from her work. Yesterday was the first break she’s taken.” Elizabeth looked me straight in the eyes. “When we were contacted she was an emotional wreck, she’s starting to depend on you John. So I have to ask you, on behalf of the Funiculaireville Council, will you stay here to look after Janet and Tania? We can offer you protection from your wife’s former lover for both you and Wendy.”
I snorted, “It must be expert protection indeed, I mean Tania was kidnapped and taken to England, all under you noses!” I said
“He was allowed to kidnap Tania, it was a risk but she knew what to do if anything like this did happen. Our people were about to raid the room where the three of them were, but Tania managed to escape. That was the only time we lost contact with her. We would have taken her away from you just after she called us, but she told us that she was safe and had found someone who she liked.” At my quizzical look she said, “When she gave her name she said she was Tania WILLIAMS not Jones. Her mother’s maiden name.” Elizabeth smiled, “was she right? Would you do anything to help her?”
I had to think about that! Could I really leave Tania and Janet? Was I angry with them? No, not with Janet or Tania “I don’t want any interference with me again!” I said realizing that I was handing my life over to this town.
“I think that would be okay, but you realize that you may be called on by the council to act on their behalf.” Elizabeth said.
“In what? Company business or something else,” I asked her.
“It could be almost anything! It’s part of the price of staying here which is what we want you do decide to do.” Elizabeth said watching me closely.
“But I’ve got a life and job back home. Why should I want to stay here?” I countered.
“Just think about it, please John. That’s all I’m asking.” She said throwing the whole lot back at me.
“Alright then, I think about it. But please no more meddling about with my mind, I think I might just leave if that happens again.” I said admitting defeat, I did like the town, after the little bit, I’d seen of it and after everything I think Wendy was enjoying it as well . . . could I be an ogre and drag her back to England right now?
“Good. Now there are two things I want you to do. The first is go back to Janet; show her that she is not at fault in this. Believe me she needs that reassurance.” I nodded my understanding – I suppose she did not intend for me to be brainwashed by the town. Then Elizabeth dropped the other shoe. “Then this afternoon you will go to Abigail’s house as you promised her you would. I won’t tell you what to do there,” She smiled, “I’m sure you’ll already know what to do.”
She stood up, “Now John I do understand how you feel, I’d feel the same in your position. Please believe me when I say it was only to help you, and that’s why it was done.”
“To help me? But it caused more problems than it cured!” I protested.
Elizabeth shook her head, “Not really it allowed us to have this little chat.” She smiled and indicated the door, “You’ll be taken back now John, if you feel troubled again just call me, and my number is in the book.”
I returned to the lift and pressed the call button. I was thinking about what Elizabeth said to me, waiting for the lift that would talk me up to the ground floor as the doors opened. There was a woman in the lift she smiled at me.
“Did you require a lift Mr. Archer?” It was the taxi driver.
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