Monday, August 02, 2004

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The Girl With a Bicycle Part 9

"Right Kylie, now you were in Rebecca's house, what happened..." Kylie
closed her eyes, remembering and then started to recite.

"Becky had invited me round her house for a sleepover yesterday Yes
Wednesday mommy didn't really want me to go there as she didn't really
trust Becky's brother, Sorry? Oh yes. Darren his name is. Becky had said
her parents would be home, so there should be no problems.

After I got to Becky's, we had tea, then her mother said that they were
going out, but that Darren would be at home to look after us. . . ."



After the door had closed behind Becky's parents, Darren waited for some
minutes,

'Don't want them to find they've forgotten something and return to pick
it up' was the thought going through his head, finally enough time had
passed, time to get comfortable he decided.

"Rebecca move your arse, get me a beer from the fridge." Becky shook her
head,

"Darren no! Not when Kylie's here, can't you leave it until tomorrow"
Darren snorted.

"Tomorrow! Fuck it! I'm thirsty now, anyway Kylie can have some too.
You never know she might like it!" and he eyed Kylie hungrily, Becky tried
to reason with him.

"Darren, please, Mum and Dad could get back at anytime," this time
Darren played his trump card.

"Nope, they've gone to the pictures, I got them the tickets, wasn't that
good of me! Now bugger off and get me the beer!" Becky reluctantly went.

"Hey, whatsyourname, Kylie. Com'ere." Kylie shook her head.

"No Darren, I'm happy enough here." Darren went to where Kylie was
sitting and pulled her arm, he dragged her to the settee and made her sit
down next to him,

"There you are, and you can see the TV from here, its more comfy as
well, we can get to know each other." Becky returned with the beer, which
Darren took from her hands, then grabbed hold of her and pulled her onto
his lap.

"Darren, please no, not with Kylie here." He grabbed hold of her face,

"Listen cunt, you never say no to me, and you'll do whatever I say, when
I say it, now you and your friend is going to be comfy here, understand."
She tried to nod her head, "Good, now sit next to your little friend and be
quiet". Becky sat beside Kylie, tears showing in her eyes.

Darren took a swig from the bottle, the cold beer slid down into his
stomach, feeling good, he looked at Kylie, the dress she was in, the bare
legs, white socks, then at Rebecca, dressed in jeans as normal it was
strange, she'd started wearing them in the last year, before that she wore
dresses and skirts, he laughed to himself, that had made things so much
easier for him.

Yes Rebecca was a lot easier at first, and making sure she got blamed
for thing, broken mirrors, cracked cups, 'the sodding stupid pricks didn't
even question when I said she'd done it, just took my word. Well now its
time to take some more fun'.

"Hey, Rebecca, get me another beer. WELL MOVE IT you stupid little cow,
I'm thirsty, and I'm gonna need more, bring in two bottles this time." The
single beer had just started to warm him up.

"Hey, Kylie, nice dress. It shows off your legs nicely, and you have
pretty legs." Darren's hand started to move onto Kylie's knee, then started
to rub it.

"Please Darren, don't touch me there. Mummy says boys shouldn't touch
girls on their legs." Darren left his hand on her leg, and gave it a
squeeze.

"Well, don't tell mummy then." Becky then returned with the two bottles,
Darren took them, opened one, and offered it to Kylie, who shook her head,
"Oh well, more for me then!"

By the time Darren was onto his third beer, he had a good buzz going,
Kylie found that his hand was wandering further than she wanted, and every
time she said no, he didn't listen.

"How fah up dosth your legs goesh, as fah as your nicnics?" he raised
her skirt to show her knickers, Kylie stood up looked at Becky and said,

"I'm tired Becky, can we go to bed now." Becky looked at Kylie, then at
Darren, who was trying to focus his eyes. She shook her head, Kylie
emphatically nodded hers, then moved her hand to show the radio wrapped
onto her wrist, Becky caught on.

Both girls left the room and headed upstairs, 'good' thought Darren,
'let them get undressed then I'll have fun', and he continued to drink his
beer.

When the girls arrived at Becky's room Kylie shut the door,

"Where's the key?" Becky shook her head,

"Mum said I shouldn't lock my door, in case of accidents." Kylie looked
at her,

"I suppose that's what Darren suggested," Becky nodded her head, Kylie
thought for a few minutes, she found out that her bedroom door could be
locked by the key from the bathroom, so...

Kylie ran to the bathroom, took the key from out of the door, and ran
back to the bedroom, put the key in the lock, turned it, and the door
locked! She then moved a chair so that the back was wedged under the door
handle, then she and Becky huddled together.

After half an hour they heard the door handle being turned, then the
door being pushed against, a few moments later there was a knock at the
door.

"Come on girlsh, open up, I's just wan to tuck you in." The girls gave
no response. "OPEN UP REBECCA, YOU COW, Jush you wait until I's gets in,
I's teacha to lock me out!" Then he started to pound on the door, Kylie
moved the radio to her mouth . . ..



"...And I called Uncle Mike to help us," she hugged my arm "Which he
did." She beamed up at me." DS Nichols drew in a deep breath,

"It was lucky you had that radio with you." Kylie shook her head.

"It wasn't luck, Uncle Mike told me never to leave it behind, look if I
press this button," she showed both men the 'find me' button on the radio,
"Uncle Mike can use his to find me, Becky's got one as well, we played hide
and seek with them, they're marvellous" DS Nichols looked at me.

"You gave one of these to Rebecca Smith? Why was that?" I remained
calm,

"Kylie and Becky came round to my house on Sunday, they were both bored,
since I'd already given Kylie a radio, so I could keep in contact with her
while her mother was at work, I lent Becky mine, and told the girls to play
hide and seek, the range of these tracker units is 3 5 miles. I never
got round to asking Becky for it back." The answer seemed to work, as Kylie
was asked if there was anything else she had to say, she shook her head,
and then said 'no' for the tape.

"Interview terminated at 12:45." Was it that late! I checked my watch,
yes it was.

"Detective Sergeant, it is possible that we could have a break for
lunch? I think both girls are hungry by now." Kylie nodded, the two men
talked with each other, I overheard 'sod him, he's already given us the
runaround, let him stew for a bit longer', then Nichols turned to me.

"That should be perfectly okay sir, shall we say 2 o'clock?" I agreed
with that, and we left the interview room, to find Becky sitting on a
chair, holding something wrapped in toilet paper.

I handed the jar to a WPC and asked her to hand it to the FME, as she
needed it urgently, I took both girls by the hand, and we went to find
something for dinner.

When we were out of the station, and on our way to a restaurant, I spoke
to Kylie,

"You know you lied in that room!" She shook her head.

"No, Uncle Mike, its wrong to lie you know that!" I did, but I had to
ask.

"So when you were asked if I tried to touch you on your privates?" She
giggled,

"But Uncle Mike, you didn't try you did touch me! So I didn't lie to
them, did I?" I had to shake my head, and then I thought.

"But Kylie they meant to ask if I had touched you, they didn't put the
question correctly."

"It a pity they don't know how to ask the right questions isn't it Uncle
Mike?" I gave up.



We ate at a Burger King, the girls insisted. Becky asked.

"What did you tell them, then Kylie, " I came in with

"I don't think she should tell you that until after they've spoken to
you first Becky." She nodded her head.

"If you say so Mr. Mike, but I thought we should get the story
straight." I shook my head,

"No Becky, you just tell DS Nichols and DC Jones what happened, and in
your words, remember you were in a different position, what you saw
wouldn't match exactly with Kylies, but it would be close enough."

"Okay Mr. Mike, but what did that woman want?"

"The doctor, she was worried about you and needed to examine you again,"
Becky shook her head, "You don't trust her if you're alone with her?" Becky
now nodded her head. "What if I was with you?"

"Would you please, Mr. Mike, she wouldn't hurt me if you were there!" I
looked at Becky,

"You know she's going to be looking in some strange places, you may not
want me to be there!" she shook her head.

"If you're not there then I'm not letting her!" I nodded, at least I'm
getting her some medical attention, now if only the doctor will agree...



We arrived back at the police station, the FME was standing with DS
Nichols and DC Jones,

"Mr. Moore, I've been requested to ask you if you would agree to giving
me a urine sample".

"Certainly, I assume that these gentlemen need the result urgently?" She
nodded, "do you two need a witness that it is mine?" DC Jones started to
look angrily at me.

"Are you trying to take the...."

"No but you seem to be." Both the FME and Nichols smiled at that,
Nichols spoke up.

"I'm sorry Mr. Moore, but according to the FME this will give us
absolute proof, one way or another." I looked at the doctor,

"I take it there was a result with Becky's sample," she nodded her head,


"Yes, I really need to examine her, or let a hospital examine her, if
its what I think then it's easy to treat, at least in the early stages."

"Okay, I did get her to agree to seeing you again, but she wants me to
be there," she looked up, "can you give me the sample jar?" She handed it
to me, I left the girls and went into the men's room.

Have you ever noticed that it's impossible to pee to order, I tried
everything, running taps, imagining waterfalls, flushing the loos, finally
I was able to leave after filling the jar. I wiped it over with toilet
paper, found the label, signed it and dated it, took it outside and handed
it to the doctor.

Taking Becky by the hand we walked to the interview room.

The interview took longer with Becky, the story was basically the same
with minor differences, and then DS Nichols asked,

"Rebecca, why didn't you tell anyone?" Becky replied with eyes blazing

"'Cause Darren said noone would listen, everyone knew I was a liar,
Darren saw to that, he'd break things at home and I'd get the blame, he
even got the school believing him, it was only because of Mr. Mike here
that I agreed to invite Kylie over, Kylie convinced me that Mr. Mike would
help." DC Jones asked me.

"Why didn't you inform Social Services about this, they would have
helped." I replied,

"I gave my word to Becky that I wouldn't tell, I knew that at some stage
Darren would go too far, and hoped I'd be able to help her then, but when
Kylie radioed what was happening, I asked if Becky wanted extra help, which
she did. At that point I contacted the police, and you know the rest."

"Yes, but you could have told somebody!"

"True, I could have lied to Becky, told people, that way Becky would
lose all trust in me and others, I couldn't allow that to happen, could
you?"

"Well yes, the child comes first!" I gave a half smile,

"Quite, and look what happen today, two children assaulted, and you
still believe me to be a rapist!" DS Nichols shook his head,

"No, Mr. Moore, from the way both Rebecca and Kylie have been with you,
I no longer think that" I looked at DC Jones, who wouldn't meet my eyes.

There was a knock on the door, it was the FME, again her presence was
commented on the tape.

"I have the results of Mr. Moore's sample here, they're negative."

I said, "But, I've only known Becky since Saturday, surely there'd be no
reaction in that time?" was I playing devils advocate here?

"There would have been some signs, but if the DS here requires it I
could examine you?" was that a smile on her lips? Yes a brief smile had
appeared.

DS Nichols said, "There's no need for that, although we may need you to
examine a person we have for questioning later." Good luck Darren, I
thought.

"If you are through questioning Becky can I call you Becky? Please?"
Becky grudgingly nodded, "I need to examine her," DS Nichols agreed that
all the statements were over and thanked us both. He did add,

"Due to the nature of the assaults, we have to pass the details onto
Social Services, so you may have to talk to them later." He started to
appear apologetic, he almost started to seem human.



We walked to the FME's office, entered and closed the door, she turned
on a light to show that she didn't want to be disturbed, I sat down on a
chair away from the desk, leaving the two together.

"Becky, I can't apologise enough for what I had to do to you," she took
a deep breath, "So I'm going to have to act as if you've forgiven me.
Becky do you know what Chlamydial is?" Becky shook her head.

"It's a type of disease that is passed through the sexual act, and it's
starting to get prevalent in the country. I think you may have contracted
it, tell me do you have a problem passing water?" Becky just looked at me,

"Becky, the doctor wants to know if you have any pain when peeing?" this
she understood.

"Yes, it feels as if it's burning me." The doctor nodded,

"That's one of the signs, Becky I'd need to check you, and will you
trust me?" Becky shook her head, "I understand Becky, would it help if Mr.
Moore held you hand?" Becky looked around,

"She means me Becky, I'm Mr. Moore." Becky replied

"No, you're Mr. Mike, I don't know a Mr. Moore." The doctor laughed,

"Okay, how about if Mr. Mike, held you hand?" Becky gave a definite nod
of her head, I moved forward and held her. The doctor looked around
searching for something.

"Oh I should have a gown somewhere, no, I used the last one, I'm sorry
Becky, I can't examine you here, you're have to go to the hospital
instead." Becky looked puzzled,

"Why do you need a gown, you didn't use one the last time," the doctor
looked embarrassed,

"Well, Becky, the last time there were only women present, but now Mr.
Moore is here, is wouldn't be right to undress you in front of him." The
doctor looked up at me, "I'm sure you understand it wouldn't be right" I
started to nod, but Becky looked first at the doctor then at me, then she
started to remove her jeans, saying.

"I trust Mr. Mike, he would never hurt me, no matter what I'd do." I
said,

"No Becky, the doctor's right, you've only known me a few days, you
don't really know me, and so you should wait for a hospital to examine
you." Becky was pulling her jeans down over her legs,

"Look if I wait for the hospital then it might be too late, I'm here and
ready so lets get on with it!" and at that her knickers were being pulled
off, I looked away, but regrabbed her hand, as the doctor put on the
examining gloves and adjusted her mirror.

"As you want Becky, now I've just got to pull these lips apart," Becky
laughed at that,

"Lips! How daft," I shook her hand,

"The doctor is trying to calm you down, she's telling you what she's
doing as she does it, okay?" she nodded her head.

"Yes Mr. Mike." The doctor raised her head,

"Becky, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to go to the hospital,
they have the proper equipment there, I need your legs raised and open, I
don't have the right stuff here." Becky looked into my eyes,

"Mr. Mike could hold them for you," the doctor was confused,

"Well.. er.. its very irregular, I mean I don't think that..." Becky
raised her legs,

"Mr. Mike please hold my legs." I looked at the doctor who shrugged her
shoulders, and then nodded, I held Becky's legs under the knee, then pulled
them apart, watching the doctor until she signalled stop.

"Oh, that feels odd, " said Becky, "but it doesn't hurt." The doctor
started to spread Becky's labia apart, then picked up a swab,

"Yes, there's something here, Becky have you noticed any problems down
here before?" Becky shook her head then said,

"No, but in the past few days it's been feeling strange." The doctor
nodded, then picked up Becky's knickers and examined the crotch.

"Uhmm. Yes, Becky I need you to take a series of tablets, only for 7
days," The doctor signalled me to release Becky's legs, which I did. "I'm
afraid you will need to see me in two weeks time, or your own doctor I'll
have to make a report about this though." Becky burst into tears, the
doctor held her and continued, "Becky don't worry, this is easy to clear
up, and remember IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT, you were forced into this, you're
not responsible for this being done to you!" and she continued to rock the
child until the tears stopped.

Once Becky was calm, she dressed and waited with me while the doctor
wrote out a prescription, she started to explain,

"Becky, this is for a drug called doxycycline, its designed to fight
Chlamydial, there is another drug available, but I don't want to overload
your system at your age." Becky looked at her,

"But how can I get the tablets? My mum and dad wouldn't get them." I
patted her shoulder,

"Don't worry Becky, I can get them for you," I said to the doctor, "If
you can make it out to me I'll have less trouble than Becky would."

The doctor smiled and nodded, "You do know that the pharmacist is going
to think it's your problem,"

I nodded and said, "As long as they don't tell others, I should be
pretty safe." The doctor laughed and handed me the prescription.

"Well your secret is safe with me Now Becky here is my address and
phone number, if you need to see me please phone first, as you can see I
spend quite a lot of time here, but I will need to see you in 2 weeks time,
to make sure everything is fine, and I will see you whenever you need." She
went to the door and opened it, "And Becky I do mean anytime, if you need
Mr. Moore to be with you then bring him."

We thanked the doctor and joined Kylie who was still waiting, she jumped
up and took my hand, as we walked out we heard.

"REBECCA! What lies have you been telling them, 'ere mate you can't
trust her word, everyone knows she lies..." Kylie turned round and said.

"You're a bad man Darren, and they know it!" with that we left the
station, with Darren's voice shouting in the background.



We were walking back when Kylie and I heard,

"Mike, am I using this right? Mike are you there?" It was Sharon, I
move my wrist and spoke into the mike.

"Hello Sharon, we've just left the police station, what's wrong?"

"Nothing really Mike, I've just had Becky's father on the phone, they
want to know if Becky could stay with me for a few days? It seems some
people want Becky's door repaired before she can go back." At this Becky
was looking at me,

"Do you have the room for Becky as well as Kylie?" now Kylie was looking
at me,

"Not really, I was wondering . . .? Would you mind putting up with 3
women for a couple of nights?" Hold on, what did she say. . .

"Sharon, I don't think I heard you correctly, can you repeat it?" there
was a giggle over the airwaves,

"You heard me correctly, can I come and stay with you for a couple of
nights, I can't fit Becky here, there's not enough room for two girls, and
you have plenty of room, if you scrunch up that is!"

"Okay, you've convinced me, did I give you a spare key?"

"No, so you'll have to let me know when you get home."

"Alright, but I've got a few things to do in town first, so I may be
longer than you think."

"Thanks Mike, bye." Kylie looked at me,

"What's there to do Uncle Mike?"

"Well, first I have to get some keys cut, then I've got to go to a
pharmacy, after that we can go home, okay?" she nodded then questioned

"Why the chemist's? Are you sick." Becky stopped my answer by saying,

"No, I'm sick Mr. Mike is getting me some tablets." Kylie looked at
her friend

"You look okay, why're you sick?"

"It's Darren's fault, he's given me something, and its making me hurt at
times." I hugged Becky, then said to Kylie,

"When I get the tablets, don't tell them who they're for. Let them
think it's for me, okay."

"But why's that Uncle Mike?"

"Because if they think it for me there be no questions, if we tell them
its for Becky, they'll start to ask awkward questions, something we want to
avoid."

We approached a local branch of Boots, walked through the perfumery, and
onto the dispensary and handed in the prescription, we were told '10
minutes', so we went to find a locksmiths shop.

I got three extra keys cut, and gave one each to Kylie and Becky,

"Now if you need to get into my house and I'm not there, you can still
get in." from their faces you'd thought I'd given them the keys to the
crown jewels, we returned to Boots.

The Pharmacist was waiting for me when we arrived,

"Mr. Moore, we were able to fill this prescription, but you do realise
that you have to complete the course, otherwise their actions will not be
effective!" I nodded, "Good, you also know that you'll need another
examination after two weeks."

"Yes, the doctor did explain that," the pharmacist nodded his head,

"Good, I would advise you to be more careful in future!"

"I certainly will! Thank you", we left the shop, and the two girls
laughed,

Becky said. "Yes, you'd better be more careful in future Mr. Mike!"

Kylie came out with "Oh Uncle Mike, how could you?"

We made another stop, again at another chemist, this time for sanitary
towels, I thought Becky could use them.

The trip home was uneventful, after I put the car away yes Kylie was
slowly getting use to travelling by car again and went to my house. We
spent a few minutes while both girls used their keys in my front door,
almost wearing out the lock. We finally managed to get in, and I phoned
Sharon.

Ten minutes later Sharon turned up with two suitcases, one containing
clothes for herself and Kylie, the other was for Becky from her parents,
the girls took the cases upto 'their' room.

After a few minutes Becky's laughter could be heard, we walked upstairs.

"Look at this Mr. Mike, they know I don't wear dresses, so what do they
send three of them." I looked at the dresses, I couldn't see anything
wrong with them.

"Why don't you try them?" she gave me a scornful look.

"I don't wear dresses, it makes it easy for Darren to. . . ." I was
beside her in an instant.

"But Darren isn't here, he can't hurt you here. Can he." She shook her
head then looked at me,

"You won't let Darren hurt me will you Mr. Mike?" I looked into her
eyes

"Becky, if Darren even tries I'll kill him!" and inside I knew that it
was true.

30

The normal disclaimers apply to this story it is fiction, and all
characters are fictitious.

BUT the disease Chlamydial IS real and IS fast spreading not only in
England, but also in the United States, the drug mention is one of four
that can be used, the disease does NOT respond to Penicillin further
details are available over the web at
niaid.nih.gov/publications/ remember never take chances with
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Author: H. Grant
Title: Ashley Wets Her Panties
Summary: Ashley is a toddler girl who does something naughty in her panties.
Keywords: Mg/toddler/panties/ws



Copywrite: H. Grant (2004) All Rights Reserved.


STORY INTRO: Little Ashley is a three year old tart who gets talked into
doing something extremely naughty in her panties by her
deviant uncle Dave.


STORY CODES: Mg/toddler/panties/ws




Ashley Wets Her Panties

by H. Grant



Dave Andrews knelt down and helped smooth the sand crescent on the
makeshift sand castle that he and his baby niece Ashley had been working on
most of the afternoon. He had longed for this opportunity to be alone with
the little tot ever since he had gotten the phone call weeks ago. His
brother and his wife had decided to go away on a vacation and needed
someone to look after their 3 year old daughter. Dave was not married yet.
And at 27, he still had plenty of dating left in him. That said, he found
himself surfing for porn more often than usual on his home computer and
even a few times at work on his other lap top.

Dave had long been a porn addict, but within recent years, he had become
increasingly addicted to more extreme types of porn. He especially enjoyed
"upskirt" voyour sites that featured teens of the youngest legal variety.
He loved looking at their panties underneath their short pleated skirts and
invisioned himself underneath those pretty dresses worming his perverted
face in between those slender creamy teen thighs.

This went on for quite a while until he stumbled upon a picture that
really tweaked his sexual interest. It was the usual upskirt shot of a
lovely blonde cheerleader who was in the process of doing the splits. At
first it seemed like the usual upskirt shot just like any other. But upon
his usual closer inspection, it appeared that the young teen had peed
herself. Her white cotton bloomers had a damp yellow patch in the lower
center portion of the fabric and it appeared that she was blushing. Dave
was tremendously aroused by this pic, but he knew that it had probably been
staged. He had never knew of any teen girls in real life that peed
themselves at least not publicly. Deep down inside, he yearned for the
chance to come across a real teen girl like this in real life. But this
would probably never happen. Girls that age were in complete control of
their bladders and the chance of a REAL accident happening was very slim if
not at all.

Dave initially never sought out pictures of children on the internet.
But after many afternoons of sweaty masturbation sessions invisioning a
girl "accidently" peeing herself, he came to the conclusion that there was
only one kind of girl that would probably wind up doing this in real life
a little girl who didn't know any better or at least a little tot who
hadn't been fully potty trained yet. Dave reckoned that a little girl
around the age of 2 or 3 years old would be best suited for his perverse
needs. This is where his brother and his family came in.

He and his older brother Mike had been close over the years. While Dave
was the smarter of the two and had recieved his degree in computer science,
Mike was your typical hands on hard working type. Whenever Dave needed
extra money, Mike was always more than willing to help him out by giving
him a part time job at his construction company. It had taken years for
Mike to start his own construction business, and at age 32, it was his
pride and joy. He had married around Dave's age but decided to hold off on
having children for a few years until he had saved enough money to start
his own enterprise. His wife Laura had been very patient and understanding
of this. Finally, when she became pregnent with Ashley, they were ready to
support their first child. Ashley was a healthy baby and weighed in at 8
pounds and 9 ounces. She had the cutest dimples whenever she smiled and
the sweetest strawberry colored red hair that a little girl could have. To
Dave, she was a dream come true, and he made it a point to help out
babysitting whenever he could just so he could be close to her. Laura was
quite amazed at how good he was with their daughter how he read to her
and always entertained her so well. He was good at changing diapers and
giving her bathes and pretty soon the happily married couple never gave it
much thought to picking up the phone and asking Dave to help out with
Ashley whenever they needed him.

So it was that they called him up for an extended period to watch over
Ashley while they were gone in Florida for a week. Dave and Mike lived
nearbye each other in Maryland near the beach, so it was quite convenient
to take Ashley to the shore now that it was summer time. It also afforded
Dave the opportunity to dress little Ashley in skimpy attire. Cute pink
bathing suits that showed off her cute little legs adorned with the sexiest
pudgy baby fat that really turned Dave on. Ashley loved her uncle Dave
because he payed lots of attention to her and bought her lots of candy and
ice cream. She loved it when he hugged her and kissed her on her baby
cheeks. She giggled uncontrollably when he blew on her belly button and
tickled her rib cage to make her laugh and squeel with delight.

Today was one of those days for Ashley. It was the middle of the week
and Dave had taken off from work for a few days to watch over her. They
decided to go to the beach to build a sand castle. The only noticable
difference was the choice of dress that Dave had for her today. Instead of
a one piece bathing suit, he had put her in a two piece bathing suit and
put her in a pair of pink Cinderella panties. Ashley wasn't used to
wearing panties with a bathing suit, but she was too young to dress herself
and didn't give it much thought anyhow.

Dave had picked a rather obscure part of the beach to build the sand
castle so that he could stare at Ashley for long periods without anyone
seeing him. He watched her as she tottled, giggled, bent over, and
squatted while piling up the sand. He didn't mind her getting sand all
over her hands and kneecaps as long as she didn't get any sand on her
bathing suit.

When they finally finished the sand castle, Dave gave her a big hug and
told her he had a special place he wanted to take her. Ashley squeeled
with joy and threw her arms around Dave. She loved secrets.

Dave scooped her up and carried her to his SUV and drove off a short
distance to a cheap hotel a hotel where the clerk barely spoke english
and couldn't care less about what went on in any of the rooms. The fee for
one hour was $25.00. Dave had lots of money, but he had deliberately
picked this obscure hotel off the main highway for his perverse needs. He
paid for the room by himself making sure to leave Ashley in the SUV so as
not to be seen. Then he came back and gently scooped the little tyke into
his arms and carried her into the air conditioned room. It was a rather
simple bedroom with a cheap color TV and average full size bed.

"Now Ashley, you know uncle Dave loves you don't you sweetie?"

"Uh huh..." Ashley replied placing a sweet little finger in her mouth.

"Uncle Dave wants you to make him happy. You wanna make Dave happy
don't you sweetie?"

"Uh huh..." she replied.

"Good. Cause if you do what uncle Dave wants, he's gonna buy you lots
of things and make you feel really good. You want more treats don't you
Ashley?"

"Yeah unca Dave...I wanna some ice cream."

"Uncle Dave will get you lots of ice cream, but you gotta do something
very special first. You promise you won't tell anybody?"

"Uh huh..." she replied her precious red locks of hair looked so
inviting to the horny pervert in front of her.

"Good girl. I'm gonna take off your bathing suit so I can look at your
pretty Cinderella panties. You promise you'll be a good lil' girl and let
uncle Dave look at your panties?"

"yeah unca Dave...I wanna lots of ice cream..."

Dave began to take off Ashley's two piece bathing suit. First the top
exposing her puffy baby fat nipples. Then her bottoms exposing her
precious pink Cinderella panties.

"That's right Ashley dear. Uncle Dave's gonna buy you lots of ice cream
if you be a good girl and play a special game for him."

"What kinda game unca Dave?" Ashley asked curiously.

"It's called 'Wetsy'" "You wanna know what 'Wetsy' is?"

"Uh huh..." little Ashley replied sticking her thumb in her sweet little
candy mouth.

"It's just like going 'pee pee' in the potty only you do it in your
panties just like a baby dolly."

"(giggle) i gotta baby dolly!" she squeeled with obvious pride as she
remembered her diapered dolly back home.

"Yeah you do sweetheart. Uncle Dave wants you to be his precious baby
dolly and go 'pee pee' in your panties for him."

"ya mean 'wee wee' unca Dave?"

"That's right lil' kitten. Uncle Dave likes it when you go 'wee wee' in
you panties."

"but...i not supposed tuh..."

"Says who?" asked Dave knowing full well the answer before he even
asked. "Don't you gotta go piddle?"

Little Ashley shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to the other. It was
onbvious that she was beginning to feel a little embarrased talking about
things like "piddle" and "wee wee." That was baby talk the kind of talk
that she thought she had grown out of. She was a big girl now.

"My mommy said 'wee wee' is bad. She said i gotta do it in the potty.
(sniffle).

Dave knew he had to be tactful. He saw Ashley growing uncomfortable as
she had already begun to sniffle a precurser to one of her crying fits.
He had to make her feel relaxed and most of all, he wanted her to be
filled with the desire to please him.

"Now Ashley. You know your Uncle Dave loves you and wouldn't do
anything to hurt you. I've got lots of things planned for us on the board
walk tonight. I'm gonna take you for lots of rides and buy you lots of
candy. You like candy don't ya darlin'? How bout some cotton candy hmm?"

Ashley's eyes lit up in sudden glee. She loved getting her face all
sticky with cotton candy. She loved the taste. And she LOVED going on the
MerryGoRound on the board walk.

"Oh goodie unca Dave...can we go now?? pweeese???" she pleaded.

"Only if you be a good girl a do what Uncle Dave wants. I want you to
be a special lil' dolly and make 'wetsy' in your undies just for me. I
promise it will be our little secret. I promise I won't tell your mommy or
daddy you played the 'Wetsy' game with me."

Little Ashley shuffled again from foot to foot. She did have to make
'pee pees' a lot. She thought about what uncle Dave had promised her. He
told her he wouldn't tell her mommy or daddy. Uncle Dave loved her and
promised to buy her lots of goodies. So it would be alright.

"ok unca Dave...i wanna be your special dolly...(giggle) (blush)."

Gently, Dave made baby Ashley stand at arms length and hold her legs
slightly apart. Then he spread her little pee pee cheeks with both hands
and stared at Cinderella surrounded in pink.

"Such a good lil' baby girl. Baby Ashley is gonna be a real sweet
darlin' and go potty for her uncle Dave." He soothed making her feel good
and tingle all over. "Take your time Ashley. Uncle Dave's gonna smell how
nice and sweet you are down there..."

Uncle Dave lowered himself on his knees until his face was level with
Ashley's cute lil' underpants. They looked so sweet and pink and oh so
adorable. Slowly he breathed in the sweet aroma of little Ashley's
precious little pissy hole. It smelled of soft girlish baby powder and a
hint of stale "tinkle" from an earlier potty training session.

Little Ashley relaxed herself and felt the warm soft piddle begin to
exit her pudgy vagina in little tinkle drops. Her soft 3 year old cunny
began to feel warm with damp wetness and forbidden tinkle charms.

(drip....drip drip....dribble dribble.....)

Dave withdrew his nose momentarily from Ashley's pink Cinderella
underpants and watched the center of her toddy crotch begin to glisten and
puddle up with forbidden dolly leakage.

"That's a good lil' girl." he talked down to her like a stupid toddler.
"Baby Ashley is making 'pee pee' in her panties!"

"uh huh...(giggle) (blush)...'wee wee'!!!

Dave grinned mischieviously from ear to ear as his cock had turned rock
hard in his shorts. He had reduced Ashley into a mindless baby girl again.
She was filling her Cinderella panties with pee pee stains. Gently he
pressed his nose up against Cinderella again and inhaled the soft
smelly odors of child piddle as it puddled up inside the wonderous world
of her pink Disney panties. He placed a hand in his shorts and began to
stroke his cock feverishly as he smelled the forbidden aroma of child piss
inside her damp little undies. He refused to withdraw his cock because he
didn't wish to answer questions from Ashley as to what it was. He did not
wish to molest her either at least not yet anyway.

Dave kept wanking off until a large gush of semen entered his boxers and
coated the entire front. Fortunately, his boxers protected his shorts from
becoming coated with the evil slime.

"All finished making 'pee pees' for uncle Dave?" He panted after he was
finished.

"uh huh.." the little girl replied blushing from ear to ear.

She knew she had made "naughty" in her panties. Now it was up to uncle
Dave to change her.

"Let's get you home lil' kitten. Uncle Dave's gonna change your cute
lil' panties and make you warm and dry. Then we're going to the board walk
and have lots of fun."

Ashley grinned excitedly. She really loved her uncle Dave. Within
moments she had forgotten the wet feeling in her underpants as he carried
her to the car and returned the key to the clerk. Soon a diaper rash would
form. But Dave already anticipated that. He couldn't wait to have an
excuse to apply some creamy ointment into Ashley's sweet candy colored
slit. He couldn't wait for the next opportunity to smell the faint scent of
little girl urine once again.







THE END


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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site.
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact,
but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me
off. Body Guards 5 (The End, For
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The weeks following the conclusion of the sale were hectic. The
government came back with a contract for us to build the product, but there
were some things we had to do first. Bob and I talked it over and invested
$500 Million each in the company, converting it from a partnership to a
corporation. We issued ourselves 45% of the pool of stock and reserved 10%
for other purposes.

The FBI did background checks on all of our existing employees,
including Bob and I, and weeded out a few who didn't pass muster. Mei,
Wei, Sun and Jun then did their own background checks, weeding out a couple
more.

Speaking of the girls: I was able to talk the INS and the State
Department into issuing them H1 visas, allowing them to stay in this
country as my employees. They too had to undergo the FBI's background
checks, but there wasn't much they could add to what the girls told them
freely, and since they had proven their loyalty to me, it was hard to argue
about letting them work for me.

At my insistence they even formed their own little consulting firm, and
took on the company's security set up as their first gig. The first thing
we did upon forming their company was to set up a retirement plan for them.
As long as I lived, they wouldn't have anything to worry about. If
something did happen to me, however, I wanted to make sure they were taken
care of, without having to wait for my will to go through probate.

Until we got the plans for the product back and went into production, I
was in no more danger than anyone else, since there was no one from whom to
collect a ransom if I got kidnapped, and nothing to gain by killing me.
This left the girls with time to work on the company's security, though
they never let up on my training.

With four of them working me over, I was starting to look more like an
Olympic athlete than a corporate executive, but I loved the ease of
movement and the assurance with which I could take on almost any physical
task. In addition, Sun and Jun proved to be just as inventive as Mei and
Wei at providing 'incentives' for me to do my best during our workouts, and
most days' workouts ended in sweaty fuck-fests.

It's truly amazing the sexual combinations that can be achieved with
fourteen holes and five poles!

The girls were amazing in their thoroughness and insight when it came to
setting up the company's security policies, procedures, and installations.
They went over the architect's plans for our new building with a
fine-toothed comb and insisted on a number of changes. By the time they
were finished, we could have held off an army of Ninjas without breaking a
sweat. Tanks would have been only a little more trouble.

People being who they are, they don't like change. When the girls
tightened up security, the employees, especially those who had been with us
for a while, grumbled and complained, even going so far as to stop me in
the hallway to let me know what a pain it was. I listened, and made
reassuring noises, but always left them with the understanding that when it
came to security, they'd better do what the young ladies said.

When I wasn't in need of their immediate presence, one or the other pair
of twins roamed the building, letting people see them checking anything and
everything. Privacy? Not in THIS workplace buster!

The government sent in their own security people, and while I was happy
to use the free manpower, they could find no way to improve on what my
ladies had put in place. In fact, they wanted to license some of it to be
used in other facilities.

All this, of course, was preliminary to the main event - our actually
starting to manufacture our own product.

We remained closely held. Though we allowed our Board of directors to
dole out small blocks of stock, Bob and I remained the majority stock
holders. The thing about Bob and I was that we agreed on only one thing;
That as long as we could talk to each other we could work everything else
out. On virtually everything else, we started out at opposite ends of the
spectrum. We would begin what everyone else thought was an intense,
subdued argument, and by keeping our egos out of it, through our magical
process, we would work out a compromise that was usually better than either
of our original ideas.

It took others a while to recognize the value in this, but soon, we
noticed the same process occuring throughout the company. Meetings, at
times, looked like war zones, but the rule was that nobody left until a
consensus had been reached. This sort of confrontational creativity even
became formalized in our hiring policy: If a candidate was too much in
agreement with the hiring manager's ideas, he brought nothing but a pair of
hands to the department. What we needed were minds that were capable of
thinking for themselves!

A few months after we moved into our new facility, we began work in
earnest on developing our product to the government's bureaucratically
exact specifications. About the same time, Mei, Wei, Sun, Jun and I moved
into a very large mansion in the middle of a little over a hundred acres of
land. We had located and purchased the place several months earlier, but
the girls wouldn't allow me to move out of my Palo Alto place until they
had secured the new 'palace' to their satisfaction. By the time we moved
in, there were five escape tunnels, each excavated by a different
contractor hired from far away. The security system could have eaten the
threats we faced in Palo Alto for breakfast, and even the landscaping had
been modified to suit the girl's needs.

There were only two ways to get near the house without crossing at least
two hundred yards of close-cropped lawn that sloped gently away from the
house. Beyond that perimeter were woods, grasslands, dense scrub, you name
it, except that there was nothing within ten miles that overlooked the
house. There were two dense hedgerows that came right up to the walls of
the house on either side and the girls tended the hedges with loving care.

The secret of these hedgerows was that because they were set at right
angles to the house walls and were so impenetrably dense that they would
provide no cover for a stealthy approach to the house, since there were
windows and cameras overlooking both sides of them. The other secret was
that they were actually a double row of bushes with a low, foliage lined
tunnel between the rows. These tunnels ended at what looked like a pair of
'doggie doors'. The girls had built these themselves. They were little
more than sturdy hatches that allowed a small person to slip, undetected,
from the house and down the hedge tunnel to get behind most potential enemy
positions. I took to calling them the girls' 'sally ports' after the small
doors once built into castle walls for a similar purpose.

About the time we moved into the 'Castle', the nature of my workouts
began to change. We had, of course, worked at a number of kidnap
scenarios, but now, we seemed to be practicing protecting someone else.

'Okay,' I thought, 'I suppose it's possible someone could try to kidnap
me and demand ransom from the company. So why are we training as if
someone else would be the target?'

Increasingly, I was becoming part of the defense team for another
person, but who? As I've said before, I don't think I'm very stupid, and
eventually the little light went on in my brain.

"Okay," I said, as the five of us filed into my brand new gym one day,
"Which one of you is pregnant?"

Mei and Wei did their look-and-smile routine, and Sun and Jun gave each
other a little secret fingertip-touch, that I had come to realize was their
equivalent of Mei/Wei's smiling at themself.

Wei took a step forward and said, "We weren't sure how you would react,
Steve. We weren't even supposed to be capable of getting pregnant, but it
seems there is yet more for science to learn about the human body. I am
pregnant."

She stood with head bowed as if awaiting punishment. "This will cause
problems for your security. If you so order, I will have the fetus
aborted."

I pulled her face up to mine with a finger crooked under her chin, "You
will do no such thing! Do we know yet who the father is?"

Mei answered for her sister, "Science is not all that far off the mark.
There has been no paternity test, but it is highly unlikely that any of us
could have fathered a child with anyone, for a number of different reasons.
If you prefer, however, we can have the test performed to remove any
doubt."

I studied their faces for a moment, then bent and kissed Wei gently on
the lips.

"That won't be necessary."

I had decided that it would be my child no matter who the biological
father might be.

My workout that day had a distinctly different flavor to it. For some
reason, the girls seemed to want to touch me a lot. It wasn't so much
sexual this time, more like they just wanted to be close.

Wei's pregnancy was relatively uneventful. She fretted some over the
necessary restrictions to her activities, and poor Mei had to share her
discomfort, but Sun and Jun stepped forward and took up the slack, while
still finding time to be solicitous of the mother to be and her
longsuffering sister. I, too, was fretful. This was a very busy time at
work and threatened to keep me away from my 'wife' at an important time in
our life.

I finally pulled rank and set up an office in our home. The girls
assisted in creating a secure connection to our network. The venue for all
meetings of which I was to be a part was changed to one of the dining rooms
in our home. I was still busy, but this way, at least, I could take little
breaks to check in with Wei. This was of little material value, but all
the girls seemed to appreciate the fact that I went to the trouble to try.

Truth to tell, it eased my mind to know I was but an intercom call away,
in case labor started early, or problems arose with Wei's pregnancy.

I had been thinking about the situation for some time, and one day at
dinner I addressed the girls.

"There is something I've wanted to discuss with you since I learned that
Wei was pregnant." I began. As CEO of a burgeoning company, I'm accustomed
to public speaking, but this speech had me more on edge than any I had ever
delivered. "If the laws of this country would allow it, I would propose
marriage to all four of you. Since I cannot legally do so, would you -
Mei, Sun and Jun - have any objection to my marrying the mother of our
child?"

Sun and Jun's arms moved, and I guessed their fingers were touching
under the table. They replied in unison: "None at all, Steve!"

Mei looked at her sister, then replied, "I think that would be
wonderful, Steve, but I think my sister has a different point of view."

I raised an eyebrow in Wei's direction.

Wei's head was lowered when she spoke, saying "I am honored beyond
expression, Steve, but I cannot marry you."

My heart was about to burst, but I tried to keep myself in control.
"Will you tell me your reasons?"

"Of course." she answered, finally looking at me "I am a bodyguard,
Steve, YOUR bodyguard. That is what I was created for and what I live for.
I will try my best, with the help of the others, to be a good mother to our
child, but I cannot further separate myself from the others. We can only
be effective as a team if we are all the same: Same status, same rank, same
duties, and a team like ours must be close-knit. I can share the role of
mother with the others, making it less of a divisive factor. I cannot
share the title of 'wife', and at some point, even if I share the role,
that title will cause problems within our team. I hope you understand, and
can forgive me!"

I gazed at her stricken face for a long moment before swallowing my
emotions and replying, "There is nothing to forgive, Wei. I have no desire
to separate you in any way from your sister and Sun and Jun. It is only
that I am so honored by your bearing my child, I hoped to find an equal
honor to bestow on you."

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand, saying, "You have
done so, just by asking. Our employment with you has been the best time of
our lives, and I think Sun and Jun would agree. To know that you are
willing to marry one of us gives us, who have difficulty finding
acceptance, comfort beyond measure. You, however, must find and marry
someone else."

Stephanie (the girls decided on the name), was born a tiny, perfect girl
with a shock of fine black hair, wide, almond eyes, and a seemingly
perpetual smile. When I first saw her after they had cleaned all the
residue of birth from her scrawny little body, I thought she must have been
made of baling wire and old leather.

She instantly became the center of our world. Wei, with the amazing
healing power designed into her genes, was back in fighting form in no time
at all, but because of the extra hormones in her body, we worried that
Stephanie would suffer ill effects from her milk, and didn't know whether
it was safe for her to breast feed.

We discussed it with the Doctor, and after much debate and analysis, he
recommended that since the baby had thrived within and been born healthy
from Wei's hormone laden body, it would probably be okay for Stephanie to
feed from her mother.

Steph proved to be a prodigy in a number of ways. She was quick and
agile physically with exceptional strength for one her age, and her mind
kept pace with her body. By six months she was walking and getting into
everything imaginable. By one year, she was running, climbing, and
speaking in sentences.

One pair of twins accompanied Steph wherever she went, leaving the othe
pair to guard me. When we were together, the four girls reconfigured
themselves to protect the two of us.

It seems a blur in my mind, but somehow, during Stephanie's first two
years, we got our first product release out, and thanks to Bob's insistence
on a development process that exceeded the government's requirements for
quality, the post-release bugs were few and minor. Suddenly, the world was
an open book to our security agencies.

Sometime after her first birthday, Stephanie became a regular at our
workouts, watching intently and even copying some of our movements. We
discussed it and decided we weren't going to hide our sexuality from our
daughter, so she got a good deal of her sex education at the same time.
Answering the inevitable anatomical questions was tricky - we didn't want
to deceive her, but some concepts had to be simplified for a young person's
mind, even one as sharp as hers.

One day, without being asked, Steph joined in our workouts - not in the
sexual activities, mind you. Even at that age she was smart enough to
realize that those were adult activities not suited to her small body. She
was an eager participant in the exercises, though, running alongside me on
the treadmill, doing situps, pushups, weights, and anything else for which
we could find equipment in a suitable size for her tiny body. She also
participated in our hypothetical scenarios whenever we had a use for a
small person as either a bystander or a kidnap victim.

Since she had half my genes and was fully female, she didn't have quite
the strength and stamina that her mother and aunts had exhibited at her
age, but she was far beyond any normal year-old child, mentally and
physically.

One day, when Steph was a little past her second birthday, Mei, Wei and
I had taken her to the park to play. My earpiece came alive as Mei
whispered, "Watch the guy in the windbreaker!"

He WAS getting a little close to the play area where Steph and a number
of other kids were playing, and we closed in on him from three directions.
Before we could get to him, the guy grabbed Stephanie from the slide as she
sped downward, and headed toward the woods.

Unfortunately for him, I was between him and the woods, and the silenced
Glock in his face was a bit of a deterrent in completing his journey. He
must have seen Mei and Wei closing from the other side of the play area as
he snatched my daughter, because he already had a revolver pressed against
the side of her head. That was all that kept me from pulling the trigger -
his reflexes might have caused him to shoot Stephanie, even as he died.

I quelled the fear for my little girl that threatened to overpower me
and said, as calmly as I could manage, "The only way you get out of here
alive is to drop your gun and let the girl go!"

Stephanie, surprisingly, just watched me. No screaming, no struggling,
just waiting.

"I'll shoot the girl if you don't drop your gun and let me go!" he
cried. He must have been watching too much TV.

"If you harm her in any way, you die." I held the Glock steady. "If you
try to leave, you die. If you do anything besides dropping the gun and
letting her go, you die."

"You'll be responsible for her death if you don't drop your gun and let
me go!" he screamed, not liking the way this was going "Do you want her
blood on your hands?"

"No. YOU'LL be responsible for her death if you pull that trigger." I
replied, swallowing the bile that tried to rise up in my throat, "Only you.
And you will die."

This wasn't the way things went on TV. I was supposed to give in and
let him go off with my precious Stephanie so he could demand money for her
return, or worse? I don't THINK so!

"Look, buddy," he said desperately, "I was going to demand a Million in
ransom. Just give me whatever cash you have on you and let me go! I swear
I'll let her go!"

Though tempted, my training held and I shook my head, saying, "I told
you how you can get out of here alive. Drop the gun. Let her go. Those
are my terms for your life."

That was when he did what my speech had been intended to make him do.
He started to aim the gun at me. As soon as the barrel was well out of
line with Stephanie, two things happened: Stephanie raised her leg and
kicked the guy hard in the crotch with her heel, and three weapons put
three slugs in his brain from three different directions. Mine was a
little high - forehead instead of face - because the head was already
pitching forward from the impact of Mei and Wei's bullets before my
reflexes caught up with theirs.

Stephanie hit the ground running a second before the guy's knees got the
message that there was no longer a brain controlling them and folded,
letting the lifeless body collapse in a formless heap.

I knelt to catch my daughter as she ran into my arms. Soon, three pairs
of arms were hugging her and three pairs of lips practically smothered her
with kisses.

"Are you alright, Steph?" I asked, worriedly.

"Of course, Daddy!" she replied cheerfully, "It was just like when you
and Mommy and my Aunties practice!"

"You weren't scared?"

"No, silly!" she laughed, "I knew you and Mommy and Auntie Mei wouldn't
let anything happen to me!"

"Do you feel bad that the man got killed?" I asked, concerned about her
emotional state.

Stephanie leaned back a little in my arms and gazed steadily at my face
before answering solemnly, "I feel sorry that he tried to do a bad thing,
but since it was his decision to do a bad thing, and he could have killed
me or you, it's better that HE got killed! He chose to go to war and he
lost. I am sad, but only because he was stupid."

"Where did you learn all this?" I asked, amazed.

Steph's smile lit up her face again and she replied, "From Mommy and my
Aunties! They are very smart, you know!"

I hugged her again, and gave Mei and Wei a grateful glance, "Yes they
are! And we're very lucky to have them!"

Some parent who had been videotaping his kid playing at the playground
had caught most of the incident on tape, and had gotten rich selling the
tape to the networks. By the time we got done giving the police our
reports and got home, the gate to the estate was clogged with news
vehicles, photographers, and hangers on.

Sun and Jun appeared and gently but firmly cleared a path for the limo.
I had Mei, who was driving, stop just inside the gate, and, with Sun and
Jun for crowd control, stepped through the pedestrian gate to face the
cameras that I knew I'd have to answer to sooner or later.

I held up my hands for silence, and when the noise abated slightly, I
said, "I'm going to make a statement, but I need to be with my daughter
just now, so your questions will have to wait 'til later."

I had to hold up my hands again to quell the protests, but they finally
died to a level over which my voice could carry.

"Someone tried to kidnap my daughter today." I looked around at the
expectant faces behind the microphones and camera lenses, "My bodyguards
and I were able to prevent his escape and recover my daughter safely. In
the process, we killed the kidnapper. I want everyone out there who might
be entertaining any idea of getting rich by kidnapping Stephanie to
understand that this is the fate you invite. I will not pay a cent of
ransom, and anyone who attempts to kidnap or harm anyone close to me, in
any way, will die! Be very clear on that point! Your only reward for your
efforts will be death!"

I gazed at the shocked faces of the reporters in the total silence that
followed my announcement, then turned and joined my family in the limo as
the questions exploded out of them.

Watching the news later that night, I felt a sick thrill run down my
spine as I realized why the throng outside my gate had been so shocked.
Instead of the urbane corporate executive that everyone usually saw, the
person addressing the media was a hard-eyed killer. As I watched myself
issue a threat to the world, I felt both fear and satisfaction.

There would be no doubt in anyone's mind that I meant what I said, but
was that the real me? Had I become that hard, cold, killer? I suppose
that, when it came to Stephanie's safety, I would always be that person.

Just to be sure, I hired a child psychologist to work with Stephanie, to
make sure there was no lasting emotional damage. Stephanie played her like
a fish on the hook for a while, before deciding she was okay, then she let
her down gently.

"Your daughter is VERY intelligent!" Ms. Judy Tolliver told me,
laughing, after her session. "And if there's emotional damage there, I
can't detect it. That is an exceptional young lady!"

Ms. Tolliver was quite attractive, and wore no ring on her left hand,
so I invited her to join us for dinner. Stephanie had taken a liking to
her and asked to have her visit more often. Since I too enjoyed her
company, and she developed a genuine rapport with Steph's Mom and Aunties,
I had no problem inviting her.

I won't go into detail on the whole courtship, but at some point, I
realized I had fallen in love with Judy, so I proposed. She started to
reply, but I put finger over her lips.

"There are some things you need to know before you answer." I said,
hoping she would be able to understand.

"Such as?" she asked, curious, but not too worried.

"You know, from your conversations with Stephanie," I said, "about her
Mom and Aunties' unique physical characteristics?"

"I gathered that they are dual-sexed." she said, "but they seem well
adjusted, and not self-conscious about it."

"That is part of what gives them their unusual abilities as bodyguards."
I continued, "Another part is the unusually high levels of hormones that
their bodies produce."

She looked at me expectantly, blue eyes wide, enquiring.

"Because of that, their sex drive is very high." I watched her face for
a reaction, "If they have sex with anyone outside our little group, they
expose themselves, and ultimately, Stephanie and I to external threats.
They try to alleviate this by having sex among themselves, but my agreement
with them is that I will participate in sex with them as often as I can.
That's how Stephanie came to be."

"I see..." she bit her lower lip, then looked into my eyes, "And you
want to continue?"

"I both want to, and have an obligation to them to do so." I replied,
trying to keep my voice steady. This was shaky ground in our budding
relationship, and I really hoped it would stabilize quickly.

"And if I marry you, will I be expected or obligated to participate?"
she asked, her voice neutral.

I couldn't read her face, so it was with some trepidation that I
replied,"Not unless you want to, Judy. I will not hide these activities
from you, because we need to not have secrets from each other, but you need
not join in unless you want to."

"Let me give it some thought, Steve." she said, still not showing
anything in her voice or expression.

I started to speak, and she put a hand gently over my mouth, "I will not
talk about this with anyone else, Steve, don't worry. I've seen the
relationship you share with those lovely girls, and I know they're much
more to you than just as Bodyguards. Let me sleep on it, and I'll give you
my answer tomorrow."

Cliche though it may have been, we were married in June. Our honeymoon
to a virtually deserted South Pacific Island was heavenly. The first
night, Judy and I got to know each other sexually. She was not a virgin,
and we found great pleasure in each other's bodies. At times we were
gentle, caring lovers, and at other times, wild animals in heat! I
introduced her to anal sex, and soon she was raising her soft buttocks to
meet my every thrust, urging me deeper and begging for me to fuck her
harder.

When dawn came, and the sun's golden light washed through the open
window of our little honeymoon hut, I gazed at Judy's peacefully sleeping
face, surrounded by a disheveled mass of honey blonde curls and knew I had
made the right choice.

The second night, and the rest of the honeymoon served to prove me
right. Sun, Jun, Mei, and Wei joined us, and Judy found as much pleasure in
their unique attributes as I. I'll never forget the sensation of kissing
my new bride passionately while sliding in and out of her tight, buttery
sheath as Jun plumbed the depths of her newly opened butt, and Mei
vigorously pounded my more experienced ass!

Judy thoroughly enjoyed the experience of having a pair of small,
hard-nippled breasts pressed against her pale, pink-tipped mounds as their
owner's cock drove deeply into her willing pussy! She also got a kick out
of watching me get double-ended by the girls' big cocks while the other
pair were busy ravishing her nether openings, front and rear!

Our couplings were numerous and productive, and by morning, it was
imperative that we change the cum-and-sweat stained sheets, lest we stick
to them!

Judy stirred, gazing around her in the morning light at the tangle of
bodies, then turned to me and smiled wryly, saying, "Some family we've got
here!"

I smiled back, kissed her tenderly, and replied, "Yeah, ain't it?"

And where was Stephanie in all this? Why, watching, of course, until
she got bored and curled up on the loveseat to sleep peacefully through the
rest of the warm tropical night.

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