This chapter is the story about a young girl that is following her carnal instincts, and living out the only instincts that she can hear, her father is beginning to understand who this girl really is, and even though at first he was just serving his own interests and living out his own fantasy, he is now beginning to understand his little girl in a way that he never knew was possible.
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The movie had stolen the setting sun, and evening had passed into dark by the time we got out of the theater.
My knees still felt a little weak as we left the theater and walked back toward the car.
About halfway there an older couple had just gotten out of their car and were headed in. Both of their attentions were focused on shy as our path approached theirs. The woman had a dirty disgusted look, but her husbands look resembled Mr. McNallis's.
Just before they passed the lady noticed her husbands gaze and the look on his face and slapped his arm hard.
“What do you mean what? I saw that you pervert! What is she ten?”
“I'm eleven thank you,” Shy inputted.
“You see that you perv. She's eleven.” she said, and smacked him again.
The couple continued on, but we could hear them arguing the whole way in. Shy and I had a good laugh over it.
As we were opening the door to the car, and Shy was opposite me at the passenger side, I noticed that Shy had a trail of dried come on the corner of her mouth running down to her chin. We got into the car and I mentioned it to her.
She went to wipe it off, but I asked her to leave it there til we got to the restaurant. Seeing it there returned to my mind the image of Shy with his dick in her mouth, and I liked the idea of it just being there. I saw the way that she was still seducing him even as she had him right where she wanted him. I saw how large his average sized penis looked in comparison to her small frame, and how wide she had to open her jaw to fit him in. I remember seeing him half way in and knowing that even half way that he must have been touching the back of her throat.
I shook the image, because I knew that there were things we needed to talk about. I loved these fun and games with Shy, but I knew that we needed to make sure the cat stayed in the bag so to speak.
I started the car and asked Shy. Two choices. We can stop for fast food and go straight home, or we can go to a fancy restaurant.
Shy looked at me for a second.
“Your having second thoughts?” She asked me.
My original plan was to take it easy at the theater and play hard at the restaurant, but the truth was that everything that happened at the theater exceeded my expectations anyway so their really wasn't a need to go to the restaurant.
I really wish I would have left it at the theater. It really had been enough and there wasn't a need to go further. If we would have just wen home everything would have ended different.
“Nah. It's not that Shy. I loved every second of what happened today. It's just that more happened here then I expected to happen and so there really isn't a need to go there.”
She gave me a big smile.
“So you had something planned for the restaurant?”
I smiled. She really was a smart girl.
“Yeah,” I said. “I did.”
I explained it to her. I told her about the high bar stools with the tables and the possibilities that it held.
Shy's face lit up, her brows raised with intrigue. “The restaurant. Definitely the restaurant,”
I was a little worn out from our adventures. It's amazing how incredible sex can do that, and I was satisfied, but I knew that Shy was up for more and I figured that if she had the energy to keep going that it wouldn't be a wasted trip. If she had said that it had been enough I would have stopped at BK or something and called it a day.
I was about to ask Shy about my suspicions with Mr. McNallis when my Cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and it was Shareah.
“What's up, gorgeous?” I asked her.
“Just checking in. How was the movie?”
“Awesome. We had a great time,” I said.
“Shy don't mind it so far? She's okay. U know being dressed like that?” She asked me tentatively.
“Shay, she absolutely loves it.”
“Your kidding? Seriously. Wow... I thought for sure that you guys would be back by now. That it'd be a flop and that you'd give it up and come home.”
“It's not a flop. Sorry to disappoint you. Do you want us to come home?”
If Shay said yes I knew that I would honor her request. I wouldn't want her to do anything against my will and I'd give her that same respect.
“No, not at all,” she said. “If you guys are having fun then keep going.”
I sighed a breath of relief. When we got in the car I was on the fence, but now that Shy seemed like she was still in the mood for more, my interest had returned. I didn't want to go home.
“How late are you going to stay out?”
“Not sure exactly,” I said, but I could tell that there was a reason she was asking me that. I knew Shareah as well as I knew myself, and I was starting to suspect that there was something on her mind.
“Is there a time you want us home?” I asked her.
“No. You guys can stay out late if you want to.”
“Well,” I thought to myself. “I don't think it's that she wants us home.”
I was tired of guessing so I decided to just ask her.
“Shay. There's something on your mind. Speak it.”
She paused for a second, and I could tell she was figuring out how to say it. Finally she said.
“Jace called me earlier,” she said. I waited for more.
“He asked if I could meet up with him. He said he can't get the Christmas party out of his head, and that he can't keep his eyes off of me now at work. Jack, he said he either has to fuck me or quit. I don't want to lose him. He's a great assistant.”
“Oh, That sucks Shay. It's too bad you didn't use your vouchers a little more wisely,” I joked.
“That's not funny Jack. This is serious. I really don't want to lose him.”
“Shareah. I'm sorry babe, but I'm not gonna let you do that for that reason. If you said it was because you wanted to fuck his brains out it'd be different.”
“Jack. Isn't Shy with you for Christ's sake?”
“Yeah. She's sitting right here.”
“Oh. Why would you say that right in front of her?”
“I'll explain later. Now quit changing the subject.”
“Fine Jack. I want to. I want to do it.”
“Do what?” I asked her.
“I want to fuck his brains out. I need to fuck his brains out. Okay! Working side by side with him everyday is driving my pussy crazy! If you let me I will give you whatever you want. I will even let you dress me like that if you want.”
“The kids?” I asked her.
“Derek took them. His boys wanted to play video games, and they are staying the night.”
“Okay,” Then I added. “I get two more vouchers Shay,” I said. “And I'm using one tonight. Oh and I want pictures, and I also want you to call me while it happens. I want to listen.”
It was almost like we were discussing a business proposition.
“Jeez Jack... There anything else you want,” she laughed “Done. What's the voucher?”
I had told her the voucher thing because I actually wanted to tell her that I was going to fuck Shy. I wanted her to hear it. She told me She was going to fuck Jace.
Tit for tat.
“I'm going to get a hotel tonight and fuck Shy.”
Shy looked up at me when I said that, and did a little celebratory dance in her seat.
“Your joking. Right?” She asked. Shit you can't be she's listening... Wow Jack....” Then a pause. Okay, I guess I can't really complain now can I?”
“Nope,” I answered.
“Okay Jack. You win. I want pictures too. I want one right now.”
“Done,” I said. We said our goodbyes and I love you's and hung up.
I told Shy that her mom wanted pics. Then I snapped a few of her in her seat. Shy posed, and gave me seductive looks in the car, making sure that her sweet little pussy was exposed in each one. I sent them to Shay.
“Holy Shit Jack. She really does look like a slut!” She texted back almost immediately.
“I'll explain everything later. She acts like one too.”
“No way. Your kidding right?”
When that was done I turned to Shy with a serious look on my face.
“Okay so I need you to level with me Shy,” I said as we pulled out of the parking lot. “I have a feeling that there are a few things you haven't told me. About Mr. McNallis, and about the whole back of the bus thing.”
Shy's face lowered to her lap.
“That's what I thought. Look. If you spill it now I promise I won't be mad, and you won't be in trouble. If I have to call and ask him for the whole scoop I will, and then you will be in trouble.”
“I'll tell you,” she relented.
“Mr. McNallis knew that we would be there today. He showed up there because I promised him a blow job if he did.”
“Okay. Now fill in the blanks.”
“He called me into the office yesterday and asked me about what was going on on the bus. At first I tried to lie. But then he started to say that he was going to play it safe and start calling the boys, AND there parents in and make sure that he was doing everything in his power to make sure I was protected. But Dad... I don't need protecting.
I've been doing it for almost two years now. The first couple of times it was the boys that wanted me to do it and they had to talk me into it. After that though it has always been me that does the talking. Whenever one boy gets tired of it I ask another boy.
If they start getting in trouble for it then I won't be able to do it anymore.”
I soaked in what she was telling me.
It took a minute.
Finally I asked her. “So what did you say to him?”
“Well. It's pretty common knowledge that Mr. McNallis looks at us girls. At least the ones that wear skirts. So not me so much, but I know that he looks at the cheerleaders and stuff. He tries to hide it, but we ain't stupid. So I took a chance.”
“Took a chance how? Get to the point.”
“I told him what I was doing, and I told him that I did it because I liked it, and I told him that I didn't want to stop doing it, and I told him that if he could just not make any trouble about it... That if he could just forget that he knew... That I would do it for him too.
I took a chance.”
“Pretty big chance don't you think?”
“Not really dad. Think about it. I was busted no matter what. Some of them boys would have lied, but some woulda cracked easy. It's already all around the school. Some of them can't keep their mouths shut as it is.”
“You mean that a lot of people around the school know?”
“EVERYONE knows. Even some of the teachers do.”
“Shit,” I said. I felt like the game was getting out of hand already.
“Don't worry about it though. They ain't gonna say nothing.”
“How do you know that?”
“Well at first they asked me about it and acted like they were going to report it. Like they were supposed to do, but I know weakness when I see it. I know when a guy wants it. Lucky for me the right teacher let me suck him off.”
“You gotta be shitting me... And what do you mean the right teacher.”
“His family's rich. He pry don't even have to work, but he does. Every other teacher in that school benefits from him being there, because his family donates so much. Sports gear, extra books, gym equipment, money to support the drama department. Everybody wins.
I kinda let it leak out. It's the one time that I have ever done that, but I knew I had to daddy. I knew it was a busted boat, and I was desperate.”
She was a smart girl, but I knew right then that we had to move, and do it quick. The lid was on the bottle now, but I didn't figure it would stay there forever. It would be better for her, and it would be better for everyone else too.
“Okay then Shy. I guess I needed to be there for you sooner.”
“Your not mad at me... Wait. What do you mean be there?”
“Just that I had no idea. And you need some guidelines.”
“Oh...” She hung her head. “What kind of guidelines?”
“We will work that out some other time. Tonight is about having fun. That's what we came for right?”
“Yep. You saw the straw thing huh?”
I laughed. “Yeah. I knew you did that on purpose!”
“Did you at least make sure the coast was clear first?”
Shy looked at me very seriously.
“Come on dad... I ain't stupid you know.”
I did know that, and I told her so.
The edge of the city turned into the center of it and small buildings turned into high ones that reached up into the sky like brick tentacles springing from the ground and reaching for the clouds. There was a parking lot adjacent to La Quintas, but it was packed. There wasn't a single spot left. I began circling the block looking for a spot, but there wasn't anything convenient.
It took me a while, but I finally found something about two blocks away. There was another parking lot that had a few spaces left. They charged five bucks a day, and I payed the attendant and parked.
I grabbed Shy's clothes and we got out of the car and started walking. I had forgotten about Shy's mouth but she hadn't. She was licking her finger and wiping her mouth as we walked. She had willingly allowed it to remain there and after the conversation we had earlier I couldn't help but to wonder exactly what her limitations were. Just how far would she be willing to go. Something told me that there weren't many.
The city was lit up and I couldn't help but feeling like I was in Vegas. The lights around weren't as plentiful, or as bright, but it gave me that same feeling, like things were happening everywhere. The streets were packed with cars and the sidewalks were busy with people moving about.
We headed in the direction of the restaurant and kept walking. The easiest way to get there was through an alley. I could have led us around the long way, but when I saw a group of guys smoking cigarettes with beer in their hands wrapped in brown paper bags I decided against it. There was just something about the way they were watching people as they passed by that made me uneasy.
We walked through the alley and it almost seemed like the lights disappeared. It wasn't completely dark, but dark enough to make me question our safety. There were doors along the sides of the buildings on both sides of us, but they were side entrances. The doors had bars covering them for security and there were dumpsters on each side. We both quickened our steps instinctively, trying to get through the alley quicker.
We made it through the alley and turned left toward the restaurant. The lights of the city and the people walking up and down the sidewalks provided safety, and I could see the relief on Shy's face. She felt it too.
We past a gym on our left and then a jewelry store. La Quintas was next, and I was glad when we finally hit the door. As I expected the restaurant was packed. A woman with Kate on her nametag was making her way through the line taking names and asking how many. When she got to us I told her my name and that we had two people. She apologized for the wait, and asked if we would consider the high tops.
“What are the high tops?” I asked her, hoping that they were what I thought.
She described the very tables that I wanted.
“Those would be fine. How long is the wait for those?”
“There might be one open now. I'll check for you. Most people prefer the larger tables. You can have a seat there if you want,” she said pointing to the benches along the foyer.
We took a seat and started our wait. People were still coming in. Most of them were willing to wait, but a few of them weren't. They came in, saw the waiting line, and left. I watched as people stood in line and waited.
There were mostly couples there. Some older some younger, and all of them in love in one way or the other. There was a younger couple in their lower twenties at the front of the line. The guy had semi long brown hair, and a goatee. He wore glasses and a sport coat. I could tell he was the intellectual type, and I could clearly envision him sitting at home smoking a bowl and philosophizing about what made the world go round. He would be the type that would believe the world would be a better place if we would just legalize pot for everyone, take away their guns, and of course implement free health care.
His girl friend was cute, she also wore glasses, the small square type that sat on her little nose. She looked at her boyfriend with admiration, and I knew that she wanted him to marry her. I also knew that he probably never would. He would rebel against society and not want to “give in,” to traditional values. Poor girl.
I was so engrossed in my people watching that I almost didn't catch it. Shy knew what I wanted and she had started without me.
Directly across from me there was a politician type guy waiting with his wife. He was wearing a suit and tie, very properly dressed, and he had one of those fake smiles and pretend laughs. His wife was talking to him a mile a minute and he stood there and pretended to listen. Her back was mostly to me. She was facing him and they were standing at a forty five degree angle. The man continued to pretend to listen to his wife, but I could see that his eyes were continually moving to my left and down, where I knew that Shy was sitting.
To the couples left was a dad and two teenaged boys, all wearing plaid, about thirteen and fifteen. When They came in I heard them talking about a hunting trip that they were planning in the spring. He had been saying something about making them into men. They were talking and joking as they got into line, but now they were all quiet, and openly staring in Shy's direction.
I turned my head enough to use my peripheral vision to see how much of a show she was putting on. Shy had picked up a magazine and was sitting next to me, with it open in front of her. I pretended to be interested in something on the floor ahead of me so as not to catch any of there attention and let them know that I was on to them, and so that I could get a little better look.
I couldn't believe Shy's boldness. She had the hem of her skirt pulled back with the bottom edge of the magazine. It was bunched up on her lap as she leaned back with her legs spread fairly wide. Her pussy was in wide open view. I could just barely make out from the very edge of my vision, that she was smiling from ear to ear behind the Seventeen mag.
I adjusted my vision back to her audience, which that's exactly what it was, and saw that it was a tent fest. Every one of the guys was unconsciously adjusting themselves. Their jaws were open and they were shifting nervously about. Their gazes continually went back and forth from me to Shy.
“What are you looking at anyway,” I heard politician guy's wife say.
As soon as she said it Shy got up and headed for the rack with the magazine. She had been just in time. The woman had turned around just as Shy was getting up. The kid was smart for sure.
Kate came back as Shy was returning from the magazine rack.
“Your seat is ready,” She informed us with a smile. “Follow me.”
She led us to the section near the bar where the row of high tops was. Most of them were taken. There was only one left and my luck was good. It was the one that I'd hoped it would be—the one that was directly opposite of the row of booths.
Shy sat at the seat that was facing that booth, and instead of sitting opposite of her I took the seat sitting next to her and facing the bar so that I could monitor any reactions that she got.
As we sat down I noticed that there was a fifty-ish couple sitting there finishing off their plates. I watched as the husband did a double take as Shy took her seat. He rubbed his mouth, began looking for something, settled on a napkin, and then got up.
My heart started to panic a little bit as he headed straight for us. He took his napkin and laid it on Shy's lap.
“Careful sweety,” he said with a smile. Those seats are not lady friendly. Your putting on a show.”
“Oh... Sorry,” she said. “Thanks.”
“No problem. I hope I didn't embarrass you. I just thought you should be aware,” he apologized.
“Okay. Thanks again,” she said.
I could tell by Shy's voice she was just humoring him. Going along with it so to speak, but in reality she was annoyed by his chivalry.
He walked away and I saw that she was about to remove the napkin.
“Leave it,” I told her.
She looked at me like I had just slapped her, but placed her hand back on the table.
Our waitress came up, and we both ordered the chicken enchiladas and cokes. When the waitress left I added.
“Sorry Shy, but I just didn't think pushing it would lead to anything good, but it had the potential to get ugly so why push it. They are about to leave so let's see what happens then. Okay?”
“Yeah. I guess your right. I just didn't like him not wanting to see it.”
“Well. I guess not everybody is a pervert like us,” I said with a smile.
She gave it back to me.
The couple left a few minutes later. A bus boy was there immediately making the table ready for the next customers.
The waitress brought our drinks in a few minutes later, and sat them in front of us. She was asked if we needed anything while we waited, but her attention was taken away by some commotion coming from behind me.
“Whatchoo mean dey ain't no seats... Got one right here dat ain't got nobody in it. We take it. Don't worry beootch,”
A group of thuggish looking black guys came up to the booth that was just emptied, and sat down. It was the same group of guys that I saw with the beers. The ones that seemed to be watching people suspiciously.
There were four of them. They were well dressed in new clothes. They looked like they could be rappers, but I doubted that was there profession. They were wearing their baseball caps backwards and had large gold chains around their necks. Just like the guy earlier their pants were all drooping.
The lead thug looked muscular, and average height. One of the thugs was tall and huge, like a body builder on steroids. He must have been the enforcer type. The other two were thin and were definitely followers.
The hostess came up behind them trying to convince them that they had to wait their turn.
I almost had to laugh at the woman. I respected her for trying but there was no chance she was going to convince those thugs to leave on their own.
The manager walked up. He was a tall Italian looking guy in a suit. His face was expressionless, and I couldn't help but to wonder what an Italian guy was doing running a Mexican restaurant. Go figure.
“I am sorry gentlemen, but I am afraid I am going to have to ask you either to wait your turn, or to leave.”
“Whatchoo go'n to do bout it if we don't?”
“I will be forced to have you removed.”
“Shit. Do it then,” the lead thug said.
I watched as the manager and the hostess walked away. The lead thug watched them too, but his gaze stopped. Then he leaned over and said something to one of his buddies.
Their demeanor had changed so drastically so quickly that I couldn't figure out what was going on. They went from angry and pushy with attitudes to laughing and slapping each other on the shoulders. I figured they were just celebrating their victory.
Then all of their gazes went to Shy.
I glanced over and saw that Shy had removed the napkin from her lap. She wasn't just letting the men see her pussy. She was letting them watch her play with it. I watched again from my peripheral vision as shy gently stroked up and down on her tender lips. This time she wasn't pretending to do something else. She was looking straight at them, and they were looking at her. She was directly teasing them.
A little bit of panic was setting in, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't think this was a good idea. Messing with guys like this could be a bad idea. If I stopped her though they would know I was in on it, and that could be potentially worse. If they knew I knew I wasn't sure how they would react to it, but I was pretty sure that some kind of confrontation would be inevitable. My only hope was to try and play it off, and when the cops got there—I was pretty sure the manager would call them—we would pay for our meal, and head out at the same time.
I thought that was my best option. If it would have played out that way that might have worked.
For a minute I got a little sense of relief. Shy stopped fondling herself. She reached into her waist band, and pulled something out.
“What's that hon?” I asked.
“A sucker. Got it from the desk on the way in.”
She opened it and started sucking on it. She wasn't sucking it like an eleven year old that loved candy though. She was taunting them again. She licked around the sucker, swirling her tongue around it, and then traced it around the edges of her lips. I knew that they were watching, and I could here them talking in low voices to each other.
“Fu... …. bitch... ,” I could make out of what they were saying. I wasn't sure, but I thought it was the leader that said it.
“Yeah.. Shit yeah!” Another one said back.
“Shit,” I thought to myself. I knew right then that it wasn't a game. I also regretted not having that talk with Shy about guidelines earlier. The girl had no fear. None at all, and while that could be fun, it could also be dangerous.
My attention was drawn back to Shy. She was reaching back under the table. This time she inserted a finger, and slowly pumped it in and out.
I had to admit. Despite my fear of what was to come, that it was still kind of hot. I hadn't noticed before but I was hard. I was worried, but I was still hard.
The manager came back. He didn't come back alone, and it wasn't the cops that were with him.
He had two very large Italian men in suits. They didn't look friendly, and they didn't look like they the type that messed around, nor the type that would be afraid of street punks.
So much for the leaving with the cops thing. I had to make a decision, and I had to do it quick. If we left right this second, we might be able to escape. If I saw a window of opportunity, and I thought that the Italian oafs might tie them up for long enough, I would drop a fifty on the table and head out.
“Look Sal. I know that we overstepped our boundaries...” Somehow the street thug now sounded like a business man. His transformation was unsettling to me.
“How do you know my name?”
“My brother owns the building. He's out of town and I'm watching over his property.”
“Your brother owns this building?”
Suddenly Sal sounded afraid. He wasn't afraid originally—when the thugs first came in—but now he was.
“Now that you mention it. I do see the resemblance, what would you like to eat tonight?”
“Something quick,” the transformed thug responded.
The thugs followed the manager back to wherever they came from.
Shy had stopped her antics and had the napkin back on her lap. She still had the sucker in her mouth and she was still wearing a sly smile. The thugs attention returned to her.
Our waitress came back with our order just then. She set a plate of enchiladas in front of each of us, and I asked her to bring us our bill.
“Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine, but we don't have a lot of time left,” I said. “We are gonna have to leave soon.”
The waitress agreed to bring us our bill, and headed off.
“Eat fast,” I said.
“Okay,” She said through the sucker.
Shy pulled the sucker from her mouth, and looked around for a place to put it.
I could see she got an idea. She pulled the napkin aside, the sucker out of her mouth, and slid the candy side in.
“You see that?” one whispered to the other.
“Mmmhmm. I'm gonna eat that sucker too,” the lead guy said.
They weren't even trying not to be heard.
Shy gave a big smile.
She wouldn't be smiling by the end of the night though.
We were both started eating and Shy followed my lead. We were just finishing our meal when the waitress came back.
The bill was just over forty bucks. All I had was another hundred dollar bill, other than the change from the theater. I handed her the hundred, told her to keep the change, and got up. I grabbed the bag with Shy's clothes and started for the door.
Their waitress was just bringing their meal so I figured we were safe. I glanced at them and saw there was only three at the table.
There was no time to figure out if he went to the bathroom. It was now or never.
We made it to the door without a hitch. I listened intently, and didn't hear anything. It sounded good. They were gonna let us leave.
As I opened the door I looked behind us to make sure, and my instincts were right. There was no sign of them. We headed out and made a right. I was walking fast, but Shy kept right up with me.
“What's the matter daddy?”
“U didn't hear them Shy?”
“Yeah. I heard em. But what they gonna do fuck me in the restaurant? Besides. Your first anyway. They can't do it til you have.”
“That's just it Shy. They wouldn't ask!”
We rounded the corner into the alley the way we came. At first I didn't even see them. We were a good twenty feet down the alley before they popped out.
“Where ya goin?”
“Shit,” I said.
“Shit is right,” lead guy said back to me. Somehow they beat us here. I couldn't figure it out.
I started to back up, Shy came to me and clung to my hip.
I heard footsteps behind me and I looked. The thug that was missing when we left was right behind us. He had a large switch blade held out to his side. I could see the lights from the street lamp reflecting off of it.
I turned back toward lead guy.
“Let us go. Please. I've got a couple hundred on me...” I said. Hoping he'd take it.
“Don't worry. Don't want your money. Just some more of the show your girl was puttin on. That's all.”
I held Shy tight to my side. “Just leave her alone, okay.”
To my surprise the thugs turned and started to walk away. Shy and I looked at each other, and hoped. We both did. I could tell that Shy was finally afraid. The fear was unmistakable, even in the dim lit alleyway with the garbage, and the barred doors...
The barred doors. That's how they beat us back here, but how'd they know which way we were going.
I reluctantly started walking forward—deeper into the alleyway, but closer to our car.
My worst fears came to be. The lead thug stopped at one of the barred doorways, pulled out some keys and started opening the door.
Shy, and I both stopped dead in our tracks.
Lead guy opened the door.
“Well come on now. I ain't got all night.” he said pointing to the inside.
We stood our ground. “That ain't gonna happen,” I said.
“Oh it's gonna happen all right. If I ask you again it'll be with this,” he said lifting his shirt.
I could see barely see it, but I didn't have to really. I was sure he was armed. His type always was.
“If I have to tell you again. No one will ever find your bodies.”
“And if we do go?”
“So it's a negotiation then? I mean I thought you was into this kinda shit anyway? I do got it right don't I. You brought your kid out so she could show off her pussy right?”
I looked down at Shy. She was holding on to me tight and her face was pressed into my stomach. I really didn't know what to do here. I believed his threat though.
“But you won't hurt her... If we go in?”
“You walk in on your own and you walk out on your own. I'll promise that much. As far as whether or not we hurt her... I guess that's up to her.”
I looked down at Shy again, and she looked back up at me.
She didn't seem so brave then. She seemed small and fragile, and in the light of what I knew she was about to endure with these men...
Breakable like the stick on a long ago fallen tree in the middle of winter, and as fragile as a whisper in the wind.
If I had only thought about it at the time. When we first entered the alley, and the one guy had come in behind us. He had a knife. I could have charged him... Could have taken his blade, and Shy could have gotten out. That wasn't an option now. I'd be dead the second I turned around and I knew it.
I leaned down and kissed Shy's forehead.
“Okay then. We'll go,” I said.
I took a step forward, and I felt Shy's grip on me tighten. I hadn't noticed it before but her hands were trembling. As we approached the threshold of the door her knees gave out, and she stumbled.
The leader of the thugs slapped me on the back as I was about to take the last step into the building.
“Don't worry... I ain't that big. If it was my brother then you'd have to worry,” he laughed hard at that.
I didn't think it was funny.
The smell of sweat bruised may nose as soon as we were in. I remembered as we entered that we had passed a gym on the way to the restaurant. This must be it, but I couldn't see a thing. It was completely dark inside.
We took a few steps in and then stopped. Someone breezed by me.
“I get da'lights,” he said.
I could sense two people directly behind me. I took another step forward to give them some more room, and I could here the door close behind us, and his keys rattling in the lock.
The lights came on just after that.
When I had originally thought of the word gym I had expected a modern day weight lifting, and exercising gym. That's not what this was. This was more like something you would expect to see in a rocky movie.
The lights didn't come right on. The place was lit by halogens. As soon as the light switch was hit. I could hear the hum that they made and dim light began to give the gym some basic shape. In the center was a boxing ring. From what I could see right away it was old. I could see that parts of it had been repaired with duct tape. They made due.
Around the edges there were punching bags that hung from the rafters of the high ceiling and piles of jump ropes. On the far wall was a line of lockers and next to that some huge wooden contraption that I couldn't name or even conceive a use for. As the lights in the room began to get brighter. I could see eyelets, and casters on the bottom, but I was at a loss.
I was pushed from behind by two sets of hands, and I started to walk forward with Shy still at my side.
“Get the bag dick-weed,” lead thug said.
“Okay Red.” one of them replied, and he jogged off and through a door.
“Okay,” I thought. “So they call him red.”
I didn't quite get the nick name. As far as I could see there was nothing “red,” about him.
“Stand over there,” Red said pointing at a corner of the ring. We moved to where he said.
The thug that had went through the door came back with a huge duffel bag. It was bulky, and looked to be full, but didn't seem to be incredibly heavy. He went to hand the bag to Red, but red pointed to the floor. The thug dropped the bag to the floor, and Red punched him in the gut.
“Treat it with respect. My brother would kill you for dumb shit like that.”
I definitely didn't want to meet his brother. The guy did not sound like my kind of guy.
Red bent and opened the bag. He came out with a pair of hand cuffs. He brought them over to me. I thought that he was going to hand them to me so I started to reach up to take them. He slapped one end on my wrist.
“Thanks for making that easy,” he said. “The other one gonna be as easy?”
I presented him with my other hand. There was no sense starting to fight now.
She looked up at me, and I glanced down at her again. There was a tear in her eye. It was the first time I could remember seeing one from her since she was as small as a pumpkin.
“Not in the front,” he said.
He grabbed my other wrist, and brought around behind me, I knew what he wanted so I brought the other one back to. He cuffed them behind the turnbuckle. It was uncomfortably high, but effective. I wasn't going anywhere.
Red walked back to the front of me and stopped about seven or eight feet away.
“Should I bring it over?” one of the thugs asked.
Red nodded, and two of them went over to the contraption against the wall and started to wheel it over. I watched them bringing it closer. The wheels squeaked.
“Can't figure it out can you?”
The lights were brighter now, and with it closer I could see it in greater detail.
It was about eight feet tall. There were two large square beams going across the front and back, separated by about six feet and secured by two more square beams on either side of it. There were eyelets spread across all four of the beams at about three foot intervals. Two legs came down almost to the floor and there were four more legs that came off of that at a diagonal to give it stability and secured by four more cross beams to form a base. All four of the diagonal legs were padded with thick padding, something like you would see in a high school gym. It sat on four large coasters, and there were more eyelets along every beam.
I shook my head no.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“My brother made it. He uses it for entertainment. You'll get it soon enough.”
He turned to the contraption, and positioned it so that one of the legs was at a forty five degree angle. He kept looking toward me and then back at it, then he'd adjust it a little more, and look at me. Finally he seemed satisfied that he got it right.
“Okay lollipop. Come over here to me.”
Shy shook her head no.
“Don't make me ask you again. I don't like to say things twice.”
“Go Shy. He won't take no for an answer,” I said.
Shy looked up at me. Tears were running down her face and her eyes were blood shot.
“I'm sorry daddy,” she said, she hugged me tight, and then walked over to red.
Red grabbed her by the shoulders, brought her over to the leg closest to me and backed her up against the angled and padded leg. Shy had to spread her legs in order to accommodate the position. I could already see the purpose of the padded leg. Her legs were spread at a good angle, her hips were thrust forward, and her pussy was presented like a gift.
This wasn't the first rape they'd committed, and that's what this contraption was all about.
Red reached down, and pulled the sucker from her pussy. Then he put it in his mouth.
He pulled it back out, and put it against Shy's lips. She knew what he wanted. She licked it. She didn't take her eyes off of him while she did it. She gave him some of the performance that she had earlier.
“Damn that's hot. You teach her that?” He asked turning to me for an answer.
I shook my head no.
“You like teasing men?”
Shy's full attention was on Red now.
She slowly nodded yes. Her tears were no longer flowing, and she wiped her eyes.
I don't think Red had expected such an honest answer.
He cocked his head a little, like a dog that hears something he don't understand.
“Honesty... I like that.... Okay, let's try this one. You like acting like a slut?”
“I'm not acting,” Shy said as a matter of fact.
Red turned and looked back at me. He was dumbfounded. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Your dad turn you into a slut? How many times has he fucked you?”
“No, and none. I just am what I am.”
Red looked at me, and I shrugged again.
“He hasn't fucked you one time? Not once?”
He turned back to me. “That true?”
I shook my head yes.
“But you want to... Don't you?”
I nodded yes. No point in lying to him at this point.
“We might let you. When we're done that is.”
“Can he go first?” Shy asked. “Please. I'll do anything you want. Just let him go first.” Her voice sounded desperate.
“Now that's a first,” Red said. “I don't fucking believe my ears.” He looked over at the big one.
“You hear that shit.”
“I heard it.”
“Fucked up thing lollipop is that you'll do whatever we want anyway. Whether you like it or not.”
“But will you like it better if I scream no.... Or beg for more?” She asked adamantly.
Red's jaw damn near fell off his face when she said that. For the second time that day Shy had one upped someone and made me proud.
Their entire mode of operation was to intimidate, scare, and control their prey. Before everything started Shy had, for the first time since I could remember, been terrified. Somehow she had not only gotten that under control, but was now gaining control of the entire situation. I too was dumbfounded.
Red made one last ditch effort to regain control over her, and to cram the fear back down her throat. I could have told him that it wouldn't work, not by threatening her anyway. I think earlier Shy had been afraid for me... Not herself.
Red unzipped his pants and dropped his drawers, and his boxers. His dick flopped out. Red wasn't humongous like some black men, but he wasn't small either. He was about eight inches with average girth.
“You know why my boys call me Red?” He asked her angling his dick so she could see it.
“I got this tattoo as a dare. Got it in red so it would show up better. You know what it is?”
“It's a barracuda. That's my full nick name. Red Barracuda.”
Red leaned forward and started rubbing his dick up and down her slit.
I could see the look in Shy's eyes. She was fighting it. I could see that, but she wasn't afraid. She wanted him to fuck her, but just not yet.
He positioned himself at her opening. Shy started to try and kick her leg over. I think she had it in her mind to get away, but he was too quick. He put a hand on her chest, and looked back to me.”
“I want you to watch every second of this. Boys if he turns his head, or closes his eyes tell me. If you do she gets punished. Not you. Her.”
“That's the way you want it?” Shy asked him. “Don't you ever get tired of that. Wouldn't you like... Just one time to hear someone call out your name.”
“Shut the fuck....”
“I can just lay here if you want me to. With my legs spread. Let you put it in me. I ain't gonna fight you no matter what. I won't scream. I won't cry. I'll just lay here. It'll be like fucking a warm dead fish. Like your barracuda. A warm dead barracuda.”
Red stopped, but Shy didn't.
“I swear to you Red. If you let me fuck my dad first I will give you a night you will never forget. I will be the best little whore you ever had. I will beg you... And then I will beg him.... and then him.... And finally I will beg him...” She nodded toward each one as she said it.
“You really are a whore aren't you?”
“I told you that already,” Shy said in defiance.
“Okay then. Fuck it. Un-cuff him.”
The big thug walked over to me, took out a key from his front pocket, and undid my cuffs.
I rubbed my wrists once they were free.
“Okay dad... Make it quick. Your little slut daughter is making my dick ache.” Red said as he backed away from her.
“Yeah,” I thought to myself. “She does that a lot.”
I walked over to shy and stood before her. I looked at each of the thugs. They had all gathered around to watch the show. Red stood beside me. He had his pistol back in his hand.
“We ain't gonna try nothing. You won't need it,” I said.
He must have believed me because he sat the pistol down.
I started to undo my pants but Shy stopped me.
“I wanna do it,” Shy said.
She reached down and undid my belt, then my button, and finally lowered my zipper. Once that was done she slowly slid my pants down. Are eyes never drifted from each other. We were connected. I went from flaccid to hard in nearly an instant as my pants slid down past my waist. I kicked off my shoes and she slid my pants to my ankles. I kicked my pants away.
I had another one of those moments as I looked backed into Shy's eyes. She wasn't just my daughter, she was a part of me and I, a part of her, I saw the way that she looked at me. Her gaze was locked with mine, but it was more than that. She knew what I knew that what we were going to do was more than physical. It was about more than feeling good, and making each other feel good. She understood that what she was about to do was to complete a bond with me and that we would be linking ourselves together in an eternal way. That once this was done that we would be linked in a very special way for the rest of our lives and that nobody would ever be able to take that away from her. No matter what.
I also saw something else. I saw a young man that couldn't hear playing the piano. But he wasn't just playing it. His fingers were dancing across the keys with an astounding speed, and he was doing it despite his impairment. The sounds that were emanating from that music making machine were beyond amazing.
He was a prodigy.
The music that the young man played stayed with me for the entire time that I bonded with my daughter. It never left me the entire time.
I thought that Shy would lean back onto the padded beam but she didn't. Instead she leaned farther forward, sliding down the beam as she went until she was eye level with my crotch.
“Oh my fucking God. She is gonna suck his dick,” big thug said.
Shy glanced over at him and smiled.
“Of course I am goofy. What kind of a daughter do you think I am?”
Shy pulled her hair to the side as she leaned back in. Again her eyes came back to mine as she slowly opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in—just a little—then she swirled her tongue around it.”
“Mmmm,” she said, blinking her eyes.
My dick look huge as it started to slide in and out of her mouth. I loved seeing it slide in and out. She had to open wider than I thought possible just to get it in. She took me in as far as she could, but it was less than half way, then she backed her face off, and came in for another run.
After a few pumps she grabbed my hands and put them on the back of her head. I used my hands to guide her head back and forth onto my dick, and the music changed tempo. It became deeper, and more percussive.
I felt her pulling back with her head, and I let her off.
Shy got a serious look on her face.
“Harder daddy. Fuck my face, and make me take it all the way in. I want all of you in my mouth. Don't be afraid. Treat me like I'm mommy.”
I don't know she knew about that, but I did what she asked.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her back onto my dick. I could feel the resistance of her throat, and I pulled on her hair. I could feel her trying to let her throat open up. I waited a second for it to relax and then I yanked. The angle wasn't right so I backed up a little forcing her back and neck straighter and then I pulled again.
My dick went further in. I could feel it arching into her throat. I started to fuck her face, pulling it forward, and then back out again, gathering momentum and increasing my pace. It was a miracle that she could take such abuse.
As soon as I thought she was ready I let her take a breath and then pulled her back. She came willingly but this time I didn't stop. I pulled until my entire dick was in her mouth and I held it there.
“That's a good little whore. Suck your daddy's dick you little slut.”
I pulled Shy's face back off of me. She leaned over and puked, spewing all over the floor next to me, but quickly came back to my crotch.
“Son of a bitch. She done this shit before!”
Shy shook her head yeah.
“Where you learn this shit?”
“School. Where else?”
I pulled her face back onto me and started fucking her head like there was no tomorrow. Shy was doing her best to keep looking me in the eyes and I tried to let her, but I was starting to get into it. Watching my dick disappear into her head and then reappear was a magic trick that I could watch all night.
I was getting close, and I wanted to watch my cum shoot into her mouth so I backed her off and tilted her head back. I started to jack myself off. I could feel that she had built me up nicely, and I knew that I was going to blow a huge load. Shy smiled as I started to moan.
“Fuck me you little slut.... Eat your daddy's come,” I said through gritted teeth as the first rope of goo splashed against her teeth.
Shy smiled and the second squirt went on her face and eyes and hair. The third and fourth were smaller but by then she had her mouth open and I watched as it slid down toward her throat.
As soon as I was done coming I lifted her up onto the padded post, and leaned her back.
“Wait,” Red said. “I like it better like this.”
His thugs must have known what he was talking about. They each took a side and grabbed a hand and a leg, and suspending shy halfway up on the padded beam. They held her there in that perfect position. Now she was a prisoner.
The man on the piano, the one that existed in my mind, looked at me. He knew that it was time for a new song, and he knew just which one to play.
He played moonlight sonata.
“I love you daddy,” she said with a smile on her face as she positioned herself on the beam.
“I love you too Shy. I love you in every way. Like a daddy should.”
I approached and mounted my daughter. I could feel how tight she was as I slowly slid the head of my prick into her. I knew that by the end of the night that there would be four other dicks inside of her, and I was glad that I had the chance to gently stretch her out and get her ready to receive them.
I slid myself deeper into her. I took my time enjoying every millimeter of pleasure that her tender pussy was giving me. Our eyes never parted and my heart wrapped around her very soul. In my own way I was protecting her. By giving her all of my love at that very minute I knew that she would feel safe no matter how rabid these men got with her.
“Do you like being my little slut?”
“Yes daddy. I love it. Fuck me like a whore.”
I slammed into her. I wanted her to feel me. I wouldn't fit all the way, but she did take me in about three quarters of the way before I bottomed out.
“That's my girl,” I said. “That's a good little whore. Take me in.”
I Could feel her pussy gripping me as I slid in and out of her.
“Oh fuck Daddy. I'm gonna do it again.”
“Good girl,” I said.
I picked up the pace.
“Say it again daddy!”
“Your a slut Shy. Your daddy is fucking you because you are a whore.”
“Ooooh Fuuu'uuck Daddy. Make me come da'aaddy. SHIT!”
I started to fuck Shy with everthing I had.
“You want to fuck Barracuda too don't you.”
“Yes daddy. Please let me fuck him too.”
“Slut,” I said. “Your such a slut, and I love you.”
What about his buddies? Do you want to fuck them too?”
“OOH my God.... Yess please.... Please Daddy fuck me so that I can make them all come inside of me. Make me come like a good little whore.”
“Aahh... Shit.... Shy.... I am gonna come inside of you tight little pussy.”
“DAA'AAADDDYYY!!! Ooooohhh fuuu'uuuck!”
Shy and I both started to come. I could feel her spraying all over my legs as I squirted another load into her.
When we were both finished coming all over each other, I basically collapsed. I was spent.
The man on the piano, the prodigy, got up, straightened his tux, and walked into the deepest regions of my mind. The meaning of the vision with the prodigal piano man came to me when I looked back into Shy's eyes.
The piano man wasn't the only prodigy. She was too.
The only difference was that she had a different instrument, but her music was just as beautiful.
I just hoped that shy had plenty of energy left, because she had a lot more work to do.
TO BE CONTINUED
I have knew from the beginning of Chapter three, and maybe a little before that, that this would be a forced sex scene. As a matter of fact I originally saw this as an out and out rape scene.
It didn't turn out that way though. I knew that Shy had been saving herself for her father. If she wanted to Shy could have fucked a hundred guys before this, but didn't. She had already sacrificed her “technical virginity,” to a hairbrush, but in my mind she had done that in order to prolong the wait for her father. (You will find out later why)
A miraculous thing happened while I was writing the story though. As I was about to progress with the rape scene Shy wouldn't let me write the words. I know that may sound ridiculous to some people, because she is a fictional character in a story, but it's true.
I couldn't write the rape scene even though it was all there. Barracuda was a rapist... His buddies were rapists... Her dad was cuffed and Shy, an eleven year old girl, was helpless.... Or was she.... The idea didn't exactly just come to me though. All I knew is that Shy would fight tooth and nail to try and have her daddy first.... So I started with that, believing that Barracuda would eventually get his way and rape her. Shy had other things in mind though, and eventually she won out.
I sincerely hope that you enjoyed this installment.