MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 3 by bager
I sat in the room with my daughter. I was crying . . . she was crying and neither of us could speak, just holding on to each other. Finally, I felt Wendy starting to pull away from me, I could not stop her – not after all she had been through, I opened my arms.
“Why . . . why didn’t you try to get me back?” Wendy asked me, “Why did you let me stay there with HIM?”
I shook my head, “I did try Wendy, but you and your mother just vanished, I tried everywhere to find you, but what happened to your hair?” She used to have blonde hair but now she was dark haired.
“Mummy washes my hair with some dark colored shampoo every couple of weeks, she done that since forever . . . I don’t want that done to me ever more!” She said then she got a strange look in her face, “And I don’t want to take any of that medicine again, they didn’t give me any here but I didn’t mind.”
“What was it?” I asked – while inside I was seething ‘that was why I couldn’t find Wendy, she could have walked right pass me when she was younger, I was looking for my golden haired child’ was running through my head, but I tried to concentrate on her answer.
“It’s the medicine I have to take every night, it tastes strange and peppery. I asked the nurses here why I didn’t have it but they said that since it’s not on my chart I don’t have to have it . . . But mummy said I had to take it every night!” Wendy was confusedly saying.
“What was it for? Do you know?” I asked her.
But she shook her head, “Mummy never said, but she always made sure I took it while they both watched . . . it’s strange but HE always liked watching me take my medicine, he always laughed when I did.” She said.
“Didn’t the bottle have a label on it? Or did you ever see the bottle?” I asked feeling slightly edgy about the container that the ‘medicine’ had been in
“No . . . but it must have been kept in the bathroom, HE would bring out the medicine in its little cup, mummy would hand it to me and make me swallow it,” she made a face as she said that, then she added, “I tried to look for the bottle everywhere but I couldn’t find it.”
Just then, Martha and the nurse entered the room, carrying a suitcase. I turned to them, “Nurse was there any note regarding Wendy’s medication?” I asked her and held up my hand to stop Martha from asking any questions.
“No sir, we were puzzled as Wendy’s doctor didn’t know about any condition she might be suffering from, but then he hadn’t seen her for about nine months.” At my look she added, “I am Wendy’s nurse and had to check on her medical history.”
I quickly let Wendy tell Martha about the medicine she had to take and how it came to her, Martha’s eyes told me she had a good idea what the medicine was as well.
I could see the nurse getting out some clothes for Wendy and so I started to leave the room so that she could dress without my invading her privacy.
“Daddy please stay hears me!” Wendy cried out to me, rushing over and pulling on my arm.
I gently pulled away from her but stayed where I was, “But I shouldn’t be here while you dress,” I told her, “And Martha and the nurse will help you.” I added
“Please daddy!” Wendy pleaded and so I relented and sat back down on the chair. The nurse handed Wendy a pair of knickers which she put on under her nightdress, then she removed her nightdress to stand in the middle of the room, her arms were by her side, she didn’t have a curving body, but there were signs of her developing womanhood. She was watching me.
“Why are you doing that Wendy?” Martha carefully asked my daughter, but she was echoing my thoughts.
“Mummy told me that I had to show . . . stand like this when I was dressing, she said that HE wanted to make sure I was properly clothed.” Wendy said her eyes were starting to drip tears as she said that.
“Why that sick . . .” Martha said quietly, but then schooled herself. “Please get dressed Wendy.” She said gently as the nurse started handing Wendy her clothes.
Martha sat down beside me then she spoke just loud enough for me to hear, “You know what that ‘medicine’ was don’t you?” She asked me.
I nodded and kept my answer just as quiet, “Yes, what do you think he was playing at?”
“Well he got a kick out of it I supposed, we’ve tried asking Wendy about other aspects of her home life, but she’s not saying anything.” Martha told me, she took out a notepad and pen and started to write away.
“How are you going to get her to talk?” I asked Martha.
“Well we can’t use the thumbscrews and whips, so I’m afraid we’re relying on you to get her to open up. We do not know much about her home life, as I said she is still a virgin but there is some stretching of her anal tract that looks suspicious. Is it possible that you can spend time with her?” Martha asked me
I smiled, “Well after my little escapade at work I think I’ll have plenty of time to spend with Wendy.” I said.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got some pull and I should be able to help you.” Martha said smiling, and then, noticing that Wendy was now dressed she added, “Can I drop you off?”
I remembered that my car was still parked in the car-park at work, I wasn’t too sure if I’d be allowed to retrieve it, “If you don’t mind, but can we drive a bit slower this time, and I’ll need to buy Wendy some clothes, I think she needs to be brought out of herself.”
Martha looked at the slightly scared girl standing before us and nodded, “I know just the place.” She said and stood up. “Now then Wendy was there anything you needed to pick up from your home before your daddy take you to his?” She asked Wendy brightly.
Wendy looked at her and then at me, “I’m not going back to mummy?” She asked hesitatingly.
“I’m afraid not Wendy, your mother has a little problem at the moment and we don’t know when she’ll be able to have you, that was why you were here in the first place.” Martha said.
Wendy did not answer, but her expression spoke volumes. She came up to me and took my hand, “Let’s go daddy.” She said and pulled me to my feet; well I helped her of course.
I thanked the nurse for her attentiveness and said goodbye to the Sister, then Wendy, Martha and I stepped out of the ward and then the hospital itself.
We got to Martha’s car, she unlocked the doors and opened the back door for Wendy, who held back and kept hold of my arm. Martha looked at me and I nodded. I got into the back of the car and then Wendy followed me, sitting close to my as I did up my seat belt.
I managed, with some trouble, to tighten Wendy’s lap belt and then Martha started the engine. “You didn’t say if you needed anything from home.” Martha asked Wendy again,
“Well I’ll need my school stuff, but no, there’s nothing there I need.” Wendy said sounding sad.
“What? No dollies or anything like that?” I asked her gently.
“No, mummy said that grown girls didn’t need dollies.” Wendy said looking down and sounding sad.
“Well my little girl deserves lots of dollies!” I said and watched Wendy’s face light up and smile at me.
Martha drove first of all to a large house, Wendy seemed to shrink inside herself as we approached it, I held her hand reassuringly, “It’s alright Wendy, and they are not there.” I told her, she looked up at me and gave a weak smile.
Martha let herself in with a set of keys and Wendy took us to her bedroom, which is all it was, a room with a bed in it, dark colors, no toys were visible, there was a desk with books to one side, Martha opened a wardrobe which was empty! “Where are your clothes Wendy?” She asked, after Wendy had shown me which books she needed for school.
“In that bedroom there!” She said pointing to another room. We entered the room to find it was a bright colorful room, wardrobes line one wall with a dressing table and vanity mirror on the other, and there was a large television with video and DVD players, although where there should be tapes was an empty storage area.
Wendy pointed to a cupboard and we opened it to find children’s clothes, neatly set out, with school clothing on one side, skirts and dresses on the other, in between was a fabric shelving arrangement which held her knickers, vests and socks. On the floor were her shoes.
Martha picked up a large suitcase and opened it. “Which dresses do you want to take with you Wendy?” She asked, but Wendy had already gone to the uniforms and had taken them out, she found a couple of pairs of knickers and some socks, these she also put in the suitcase, then she closed it.
“But what about . . .?” Martha started to ask but Wendy cut her off.
“Because He’s touched them, he couldn’t keep his hands off them when they were on the hangers or . . . on me!” She said, “I have to have my school clothes . . . or else I’d leave them as well!” she added.
“Don’t worry about that Wendy. We’ll go shopping for some new clothes.” I said and she looked at me and smiled.
Martha drove us into town and we parked near the shops, Wendy seemed a bit low as we entered the first shop, which catered for young and trendy girls, I asked her what was wrong? “I’ve never chosen my own clothes before . . . I don’t know what to do.” She said her face going red with shame.
I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as a young girl should be. I then added, she is a young girl not a young woman yet . . . but a couple of young woman type clothes would be nice as well.
“How much did you want to spend?” The assistant, whose name badges announce that she, was Trudy, asked.
I handed her my credit card, “Just see where that takes you.” I said and left them to it.
While Wendy and Trudy were going out of their way to bankrupting me, I sat watching them and talking to Martha.
“You noticed the missing tapes in the bedroom.” Martha asked me.
“I saw the gaps, what was there.” I said.
“Our friend the magistrate had a nice little collection of tapes, their titles were things like Schoolmaster’s delight, and Bringing up Baby . . . not the 1930’s film I hasten to add.” Martha said her face straight and unmoving.
“Oh! That might explain why he liked to watch a young girl dress and undress I suppose.” I said quietly.
Martha gave a small nod of her head, “But it also begs the question, what else might he have planned? Or if he succeeded in whatever his plans were?” She said.
“So how am I supposed to get her to tell me, she might be more scared of what I’m going to do to her if she does tell me?” I said
She nodded, “I know, all you can do is to offer her support, look I’ve made arrangements for Wendy to see . . . some-one, she has been successful in helping children face up to things. She the best in the area although . . .” She paused.
“Although What?” I prompted her.
“Well I would have liked her to have seen a friend of mine back home, she has . . . assistants that could coax anything out of a young girl,” She smiled as if in memory, “or a young girl out of anything.”
I smiled at her look, “Nice memories?” I asked her.
She looked at me, “Well their breasts were just the right . . .” Then she realized what I had said and blushed. “Oh . . . err . . . yes, very nice memories.” She said.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I said to her.
Wendy, in the meantime, was running from display to display picking out tops and jeans. When I went to suggest some skirts and dresses Martha stopped me, “Let her have her way this time, she trying to rebel against the way she was forced to dress, let me have a word with that assistant, Trudy.” Martha said and left me to join the two.
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