MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 22 by bager
I turned back to Abigail. “That was a nasty thing you tried to do, wasn’t it?” I said to her.
“I . . . I don’t know what you mean.” Abigail said, but her eyes were looking around for escape.
“Yes you do! It’s just that you weren’t aware that I knew about the pendants and what they mean . . . And so you set up your sister and me to break the law.”
“But I . . . I mean . . . Tanya . . . That is . . .” Abigail tried to say but I had moved behind her and picked up a flogger, this was in the form of a hand, with wide spread fingers and a handle, which I grasped firmly.
“Abigail was still protesting her innocence when I brought the flogger down onto her ass, it gave a satisfying ‘SPLAT’ as it struck her ass causing the girl to give a slight scream with the pain.
“What’s this? So early in the game, I’ve only just begun your punishment.” I said using my newly discovered skills to warm up Abigail’s ass.
“No, please sir . . . don’t . . . it hurts, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She said.
“I bet you’re sorry, you’re sorry you were found out, weren’t you.” I said taking a slight breather.
“It wasn’t like that sir, honest!” Abigail said.
“Honest? I think you’d better tell me, but after I get you some jewelry.” I said smiling at her.
“Jewelry?” She stammered.
“Of course, what every girl needs . . .” I said finding two matching nipple clamps which I held up for Abigail to see. “Now hold still or they’re going to hurt . . . even more than they’ll hurt!” I added smiling at her.
“Oh no . . . daddy put them on me some years ago. It was so painful I promised him he could use my ass that night.” Abigail said fear now sounding in her voice.
“Did you have a pendant?” I asked her wondering how she could not have stopped him, but she shook her head.
“No, daddy told me I didn’t deserve one, and . . . and then he . . . he . . . took away the reason for needing a pendant.” She started to cry I was beginning to understand her, this was the reason for her actions, “I think he was going to do the same to Tanya, he was starting her on cock-sucking the same week he died . . . boy was she lucky!” there was a bitterness in her voice as she spoke about Tanya, envy perhaps?
“And so you decided that she needed to learn the same lesson?” I asked her.
She nodded, “Well, you’ve just arrived here and I . . . I thought that it was the right time to show Tanya what she should know!”
I paused in attaching the nipple clamps. Abigail deserved punishment, but only for what she tried to do to Tanya, it was only what she had been shown when she was younger that was dictating her actions. “So why do so many people know about you and your likings?” I asked her.
She swallowed and then looked at me, “Since . . . since daddy died I’ve been . . . going to places . . . where man would tie me up and whip me. I needed it so badly . . . I do not know why?” she told me.
I gave a small smile and held her face – well her cheek then, but I did not want to give anyone strange ideas – I knew why but I did not say anything about it. “So you started to hire yourself out to sadists?” I asked her she nodded.
Although I did not like doing it now, but I had to continue, I carried on putting the clamps onto her nipples – she needed it now! I tightened each one until she started to shake her head with the pain. I picked up a dog-whip and stood in front of her.
“Now Abigail I don’t mind you seeking our people to hit you, that’s between you and them. What I will not stand for is you trying to make Tanya in your image. Everyone is different remember that!” I said and struck her on both breasts before bringing the whip up between her legs.
“OH GOD! THAT HURTS!” She cried out with the pain and then she shook her head, that shake went down her torso, shaking the nipple clamps, causing her more pain. She drew in a breath and then, amazingly, she smiled at me. “Thank you master for showing me the error of my ways!”
I placed my hand on her pussy, feeling the heat of the single stroke still there, and also the moistness of her as her body reacted to the pain. I shook my head at her. “Now then I think it’s time for something different.” I went to the toy box and looked inside it.
“Well . . . look here! I didn’t know any of these existed!” I had found a metal dildo with a gap near the head; looking further, I found its controller, a simple thing with just one push button. Somehow, I knew that while the button was pressed the dildo was ‘safe’ but once released . . . well there was a lead and socket which when plugged into the mains . . .
I brought it to Abigail’s view and heard her breathe in sharply as she recognized it. “Oh no, please no daddy . . . I don’t want to, please daddy no.” Although her eyes were watching me she was not looking at me, she was back in memory. I had to steel myself to continue.
I plugged in the lead and found a nearby socket. I ‘armed’ the dildo and placed it on a table, Abigail was watching it all the time. It was known as ‘The Shocker’, because that was what it was designed to do – I did not know how I knew all this, because I also knew that they were no longer made!
I pressed the button hearing the dildo start to whine as it built up the power. “Keep watching Abigail because this is very important.” I showed her the controller, “Now soon I’ll let you hold this in your hands. But I warn you keep the button pressed in or otherwise . . . “ I released the button and the dildo started to vibrate on the table, then sparks began to bridge the gap at the top of the dildo as an electric charge flowed between the two poles. I could see Abigail’s eyes widen.
“Please daddy, please . . . I’ll be good, I’ll be better than good . . . only don’t daddy please don’t . . . I don’t want to . . . not again . . . please daddy.” Abigail was babbling away now. Should I do this to her . . .?
I pressed the button to stop the discharge and picked up the dildo from the table, while I obstructed Abigail’s view I disconnected the shocker part of the dildo leaving the vibrator active. I then pushed the dildo into the seventeen-year-old pussy. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as I pushed it home. Then I handed her the controller, taking her thumb and placing it on the button. I activated the charger hearing the dildo whine again.
“Now Abigail, I’m going to make a phone call. So I’m leaving you alone with your little toy, just remember don’t let go of the button!” It took me everything I could muster just to leave that thing inside her, hearing the whine of the charger, even though I knew it would not shock her.
I could hear her sobs as I walked up the steps, I knew that there was no way that Abigail would be able to keep the button pressed down for too long.
I found the telephone and dialed a number, one that I was becoming too familiar with, I spoke quickly to the person who answered and then hung up.
I went upstairs to where I could hear crying coming from a bedroom, I knocked on the door. After receiving no answer, I knocked again. “Com . . . come in?” Tanya said.
I opened the door, “It’s me Tanya, John Archer. Are you alright?” I asked the young girl.
She nodded but did not answer me. I sat on the bed beside her. “It’s alright Tanya, I’m not going to do anything to you, I promise.” I said giving her a smile.
Her face cleared slightly and she moved closer to me. “I don’t understand. Why did she do that to me?” She asked me.
I reached out to Tanya and held her, “It’s not really her fault Tanya, it’s something that happened to her some time ago, when she was even younger than you are now.” I said.
“Was . . . was it something that daddy did to her?” Tanya asked quietly.
I nodded, “Yes Tanya, it was . . . I’m not sure what he did to her but it . . . changed her way of thinking.” I was not sure how to explain this to Tanya; I was not the expert,
“But she will be alright . . . won’t she?” Tanya asked me.
“I don’t know Tanya . . . I just don’t know.” In addition, I held her as she started to cry again, after a few minutes she began to talk again.
“Daddy wasn’t a . . . nice man. … He’d made me suck his thingy,” She said softly, “That’s why I wear the pendant, so that I won’t have to do that anymore.” She added and sobbed a bit more, “Then . . . then today Abigail said you were coming and that I could watch you . . . when she took me downstairs she said it would . . . would be a laugh if I was . . . was undressed as well. I . . . I said no . . . but then she changed. She tied me to that thing, gagged me and then cut my clothes off. I don’t know why she didn’t take off my pendant!” She finished sobbing away.
“It’s alright Tanya, she won’t do that to you again, I promise you.” I said to her and held onto her as she cried herself to sleep. I got up from the bed and covered her body with a sheet; I gently walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.
I returned to the basement, the controller was on the floor and I could hear the vibrator buzzing away within Abigail’s stomach. She was writhing in pleasure. I picked up the controller and pressed the button stopping the vibrator.
“But daddy, it didn’t hurt this time! Why didn’t it?” She was whispering away as I removed the dildo from her.
“When your daddy used this on you he shocked you with it didn’t he?” I asked her softly.
“I wouldn’t do what he told me to do . . . so he had to teach me a lesson, he brought me down here, tied me to that rack and . . . and pushed it inside me.” She started to shake, “He kept on clicking that button . . . He hurt me and hurt me until I said I’d do it.” Now she started to cry, she raised her head. “I WAS ONLY 10! I’D JUST HAD MY BIRTHDAY PARTY . . . AND HE STILL WENT ON!” she shouted at me.
I could not help myself. I went to her and held her in my arms, hearing her cry like a small, lost child.
A chough behind me alerted me to the arrival of Elizabeth, “Thank you John, We knew there was something behind Abigail’s behavior, but she would never tell us what it was. I’ll take over from here.”
Abigail heard Elizabeth and shook her head, “It’s too late for me, what about Tanya. I scared her so much, please look after her.” She said her voice dropping.
“Tanya is fine, she’s upstairs in her bedroom sleeping. I have told her that you did not mean to hurt her and that you will not do it anymore. You’re the one who needs Elizabeth’s help, so let her help you.” I said to Abigail.
“Tanya’s alright.” Abigail asked me
I nodded, “She’s fine, she’s concerned about you, I mean you are her big sister, she does look up to you, you know.”
My words started Abigail crying again. I helped Elizabeth free Abigail from the restraint that she was in and we walked her to a chair, Elizabeth looked at me and smiled.
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to do any more here. If I were you, I would go back to Janet’s house. She bound to be waiting for you.” She said and was surprised at the smile I gave her.
“Oh yes, so she is . . . unless Tania or Wendy’s let her loose.” I said and walked up the stairs feeling Elizabeth’s eyes following me.
My taxi was outside the house waiting for me. I got in and sat down the driver was talking on a cell-phone. She hung up and then turned around to face me.
“Well, well. I see you have done it again. Found out a problem and landed it into our laps?” She said smiling.
“You were the ones ordering me to go there, you’ve only got yourselves to blame. And did you know about Tanya being there as well?” I asked her.
“Hey don’t look like that, I told you we think we know everything, not that we do know everything . . . you don’t know what an admission that is for us.” She finished and smiled at me as if sharing a joke.
“Well what about all this strange information that’s inside my head. How do I know about these things? And when will I forget about it?” I asked her.
“Dammed if I know, for some reason that’s what your sponsor wanted you to know about. She’s got a head on her that can see some problems ahead of time, but there’s one thing you’ve got that we couldn’t put inside your head.” She said still smiling.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Compassion! It is fine knowing what to do with things. However, it’s another thing to know when not to use it. Now there’s a question I’ve got to ask you John Archer, and I want you to think carefully before you answer.” She paused; I waited for her to continue. She smiled and then said. “If you could and if we offered it to you, would you consider staying here in Funiculaireville, You’ll be working at Janet’s plant in a position senior to the one you had in England. As for accommodation, we could find you a place unless you know of one. So what’s your answer?”
“What about Wendy?” I asked her.
The woman laughed, “The deal would be for the pair of you, Wendy would get our type of education though, we’ve got a different idea on how children should be educated, she’ll learn self defense and other things that you Brit’s don’t even think of.”
“And what about the sharks?” I asked her alluding to what she had said earlier in the day.
“We’ve got the poison that will get rid of them, don’t you worry.” In addition, there was something in her eyes that told me she was deadly serious about that.
“Well I’ve got nothing really to hold me back home, my purpose in life is here with me . . . so . . . Hell YES. Why not?” I said, I did not really need to think about this, and I am sure that Wendy did not want to return to England. “There’s just one thing though.” I added.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“If Wendy says that she wants to go home then that’s it, if she doesn’t want to stay here we leave!” I said
“We could always persuade her to stay here.” I was told but I shook my head.
“No, if you or anyone tries to convince her otherwise then we’re out of here.” I said firmly, no way would we be coerced into staying!
She nodded, “Fine, we agree to that.” She held out her hand, “Welcome to Funiculaireville Mr. Archer. I hope you like living here.”
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