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Sweet Hostage for Daddy By: Candy Sue, aka, Malissa Madison Martin Frost had always know that he was meant to be a girl, he'd just been cursed with the wrong parts. And he really did love his Daddy, he just couldn't be the little boy his father expected him to be no matter how hard he tried, it just felt wrong. His mother Alicia had always let him pretend when he was younger, and had had to step in a few times between him and his father when the man got drunk and wanted to force his son into being a boy. But all that changed the day of his tenth birthday, his father had come home drunk and caught him in his Birthday Dress at his party. It had taken all the other neighborhood mothers and George Stanton to stop the beating he was being given. George was a neighbor three houses down on the other side who happened to be a cop. He also said he understood Martin's need to explore his feelings. Martin never saw his father after that day. He was still in the hospital when, escorted by a pair of police officers he collected his belongings from the house. Although Martin now got to be Martha all the time, she was still sad. All the other girls in the neighborhood had loving Daddies, why couldn't she? She'd always loved her Daddy, even when he beat her, and ridiculed her for wanting to be a girl. As she grew older, she began to have fantasies that she had a loving Daddy, one who spoiled her endlessly. She started chatting on line with other people and by the time she reached high school had gotten into more adult chat rooms. Her favorite was the Daddy Daughter Roleplay room, where she always logged in as Slut for Daddy 17. There were sixteen other users by the name Slut for Daddy, but she was the most popular. She always got so much more into the cyber game than anyone else, providing more details about what she imagined as her Daddy of the night engaged in cybersex with her. all this only fueled her Daddy desires more. No one would believe that by day she was a straight 'A' student on the honor role. Or that she had Daddy Fantasies, especially after he'd put her in the hospital and nearly killed her. She hadn't realized just how much personal information 'DomDaddy' had gleaned from the many chats she'd had. In fact he was the only one who had actually been putting together full file on her that he could pull up every time she came online. He'd long tracked her down and even followed her home from school. He began collecting information on her mother Alicia Frost. The only person he had no information on was her father. He'd tried in the past to talk her into meeting him at a local motel, but she'd always backed out at the last minute. He knew that her mother was going out of town for five days on business. And that her neighbors usually only checked on her if they didn't see her for a full day while her mother was gone. He'd spent the previous week up his cabin preparing everything for this weekend. He hoped that she really would understand just how much he really loved her by the time he was finished. But he was sure that even if she didn't she wouldn't tell anyone about the things they did together. As usual Martha left school with her two best friends Lindsey and Misty who had known her most of her life. The three chatted and giggled as they walked home together, their school books cradled to their chests like armor against the staring eyes of the young boys. Their short pleated miniskirts bouncing up in the back giving just a hint of their white cotton pantys that were just as much a part of their school uniforms as the skirts and the button down white cotton blouses or the plain white cotton bras. At seventeen Martha Frost was every teen boys cream dream fantasy. From her perky 'B' cup breasts, to her shapely bottom, and slender tanned legs she invited attention from everyone. DomDaddy waited, watching from her own bedroom window as she air kissed her friend goodbye and started up the sidewalk to the front door. He'd already packed up her laptop, the only thing in the house that could give the police any clues when they started looking for her. it was already in the trunk of his car at his house just across the alley along with her old school backpack from last year filled with her makeup, hair brushes and several changes of clothing. Even the bottles containing her Hormones was already packed and ready. He'd been careful to only use his own laptop when chatting with her and it along with anything that could connect the two was already gone. He'd spent weeks letting everyone know that he was going away on a fishing trip up north, even arranging for a neighbor to collect his mail and take care of his house plants while he was gone. He was ready when she stepped into her room, he reached out from behind covering her nose and mouth with the chloroform soaked hanky as his other arm encircled her waist to hang onto her while she struggled. He soon felt her body beginning to relax and said, "Daddy's sorry I had to do it this way, but you would never agree to meet me." He knew that the other neighbors were now getting ready to eat, and quickly carried her out through the back gate and across the paved alley into his own back yard sprinkling his trail with a mixture of vinegar and ammonia to kill any chances of dogs being able to track them. He knew that the odor would be gone in just a couple of hours. From there he stayed in the bushes as he made his way to the garage and his waiting car. He took his time to insert a red rubber ball gag and make sure it was secured then bound her hands and feet according to plan, before putting on her seatbelt. The next two hours were the only really dangerous part of his plan. He had to wait for Mr Harris to come by and collect his mail. And then for it to get dark enough that no one would see his blacked out car pulling out of his garage. He'd left publicly three days before so everyone would see him leaving and know that he was nowhere around when Martha Frost disappeared. No one had noticed last night when he'd returned at nine thirty six and backed the old car into the garage. No one had ever seen this car, only his old Jeep Cherokee. He sat quietly talking to her trying to calm her down when she woke up. It really pained him to see the fear in her eyes when she finally recognized him, but that couldn't be helped now could it? "Oh now baby, please stop being afraid, stop crying, Daddy loves you." he told her over and over again. "We are going to have so much fun together, you'll see." And Daddy will try to be Gentle as long as you cooperate." He knew from previous experience that he might have to break her will to resist, but he didn't think that would be necessary with her. no he should be able to pursued her with just the right amount of firm Daddy Love. Finally the time came to leave, he started the engine making sure that there were no lights anywhere. He smiled to himself at choosing the old Chevy Nova the lights were still on a manual switch. And he'd even spliced a toggle switch into the parking lights so he could turn them off and on, no sense in taking a chance they wouldn't work, he couldn't afford to get pulled over at this point in the game. No one noticed as he pulled out, the garage door closing behind him and turned down the street. As he reached the corner he turned on his lights and signal before turning for the highway. "Peezzzzzzzzz," Martha cried, her big tears flowing down her cheeks running her mascara. "Daddy's sorry Martha, but Mommy just wouldn't understand how much we love each other," he said beginning a long one sided conversation as he drove carefully down the highway still wearing his surgical gloves. It wasn't until he'd reached the third highway change that he rolled the window down, the one at a time he peeled them off and let them drop out the window. He was pleased with himself at how well everything was going according to his plan. Her right hand had been zip tied to the door handle but she couldn't get at the release lever to open it. her left had been zip tied to a little loop in the center console. "Peeezzzzzzzzz," she continued to cry. And he couldn't resist it any longer. He reached across and began fondling her tender young breasts. From the corners of his eyes he could see her trying to resist, but knew she was really fighting herself, not wanting to give over to her feelings. He made another change in direction as he left the state headed up into the mountains and she'd stopped struggling. "If you promise to be a good girl Daddy will stop and take that out of your mouth, can you be a good girl for daddy now?" "P, peezzz, ibe gooo gur," she managed to mumble past the ball gag. He pulled off on a side road and leaned across, kissing her softly on the cheek as he unbuckled the strap in the back and took it out of her mouth. Ready to shove it back in if she started to scream. But she just sat there quietly, her tears streaming down her cheeks as she continued to swallow the slobber that was still pooling in her mouth from the ball gag. He grabbed a paper towel from the back seat and gently wipe away as much as he could of what had been running out for the last six hours. "Daddy's sorry he had to do that baby, but nobody else would understand our loving each other," he said. Slowly she turned to look at him. "You're going to love living at the cabin with Daddy baby. And we can do all those naughty things you like." Still she said nothing, she too scared to talk. When he finally turned off onto country road and they hadn't seen any traffic for about ten minutes he used a pair of wire cutters to free her left hand. Then placing the cutters in the door pocket he carefully guided her hand to his lap and the raging hardon. "Daddy wants you so bad baby," he said wrapping her fingers around his cock. "We still have a ways to go though before we get to the cabin." Still she made no move to do anything with her hand. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The phone continued to ring unanswered and police lieutenant George Stanton began to get worried. He'd made the call after Martha Frost had failed to answer a phone call from her mother Alicia at ten thirty. Hanging up he called across the office to his duty sergeant, "Fred I'm going by the Frost house. There's no answer and Martha should be home. anything on the hot sheets?" "No George you want me to roll a black and white?" hearing the question suddenly triggered something deep in his gut. "Yes, please. Here's a list of all the girls she might have decided to spend the night with," he was already hurrying toward the lot and his Police Cruiser. His gut told him every second counted, and he turned on his overhead lights to get through traffic faster. "Mike 53 to Adam one, the house is dark. No answer at the door." came the report from the marked patrol in the driveway of seven twenty five Water Street. "Try the door?" he asked stepping down harder on the gas pedal. "It's unlocked. I got a neighbor coming across the front yard." George didn't wait for anything else, his finger flipped the switch activating the siren and the grill lights as his Dodge Charger began to race across town. He called over the radio. "Adam One, contact county and get me some dogs up here now." His gut told him he was going to need everything he could get. The scene in front of the house was chaos, every neighbor was there wanting to know what was going on. It wasn't long before they knew that Lindsey Combs and Misty Bishop were the last persons to see her. "Think, did she say anything? Was she going to a friend's house, maybe meeting a boy?" "No Mr Stanton. She said she was going to take a bubble bath and eat dinner then do homework until her Momma called," both teen girls agreed. "Has she had any problems with anyone lately. Anyone from school or, or strangers?" George asked desperately. "No, no one," answered Lindsey. "Well," Misty looked up then at her friend. "What, Misty if you know something, anything we have to know," he pleaded with her. "Michael Fields was giving her a hard time yesterday in biology. But it was just because she wouldn't go out with him." said the girl. "Fields," he turned to one of the officers on the scene. "Find him. find him now." The forensics team was in the house now searching for clues. "George we'll find her," promised the Police Chief. "George, what's going on? Where's Martha? Is she hurt?" asked Lillian Stanton. "She's gone, Missing." His wife's face turned white as a sheet. "No, no not Martha." "LT," he turned to look at the detectives standing in the doorway. "Please tell me you have something." "Looks like a runaway, missing clothes, no makeup, just her school books in the floor of her room." answered Joe Morgan. "Wait, her school books in are in the floor?" "Yeah, like she just dropped them and left." Finally George thought about her cell phone, he took out his and dialed the number only to hear it ringing, '"I'm a Barbie Girl, Living in my Barbie World," it was coming from upstairs in her bedroom. A minute later detective Lafferty came down carrying in in his gloved hand. "It's hers, I just tried calling it," George confirmed. Is there anything on her laptop?" he asked. "There isn't any laptop sir." His heart sank lower. She was gone, his Niece was gone and no one saw a fucking thing. "We'll find her George. She'll probably get tired and come home in a day or two, runaways usually do." "She's not a fucking runaway. She wouldn't do that," "George, everything points to it." Officers were canvasing all the neighboring houses trying to find anyone that might have seen anything. George knew what he had to do, there wasn't any sense of putting it off any longer. He had to call his sister. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ DomDaddy leaned back in his seat letting go of her hand as he worked his pants open exposing his raging hardon. "Sorry Baby, Daddy forgot you only have one hand to use right now." He closed her fingers around his shaft again moving her hand gently up and down. slowly he took his own hand away and hers remained on his cock. He smiled to himself. He was starting to make some progress, she hadn't pulled her hand away. He'd had a feeling about her yes indeed. It had been six years ago when he'd first started watching. Listening to her crying in her backyard as she begged for her Daddy to come home and love her. Reaching up he fingered the little pink ribbons in her hair that he'd sent her anonymously through the mail on her birthday. The card had simply read 'Daddy Loves You'. he'd noticed that she'd worn them every day since then. His fingers moved to the little 'Daddy's Girl' necklace. "I see you know I love you. you're wearing all the pretty things Daddy sent you." her fingers tightened around his cock, the precum fluids oozing out the head to dribble down onto her fingers. Slowly her hand began to move, just the tiniest bit as she readjusted her grip. "You like the way Daddy's cock feels baby girl?" "Daddy loves the way your hand feels around his cock." Slowly her hand moved up, then down as she continued to just stare at his face. "Oh yes Baby, that feels so good. Daddy wants you so much." Her hand moved a bit more, slowly stroking up and down, his precum leaking out to become the lubricant. She saw the joyful look on his face as she started stroking him a little faster. "Yes Baby Girl, yes your gonna make Daddy cum." "Oh god Daddy loves you Baby Girl," he groaned as he began to spurt is seed out in hot thick jets flying up only to land back on her hand. "Oh god Baby Girl, that, that was good. Your such a good girl for Daddy." To his amazement she lifted her hand and licked some off of it. then smiling she started licking off the rest. Finally she spoke so softly he could barely hear it. "I, I love you too Daddy." he could hardly believe he heard her. "My, my throats kind of dry Daddy," she said. "Oh I'm sorry Baby Girl," he reached into the cooler in the back seat and got out a can of Pepsi, her favorite soda. Carefully he opened it for her. she took a long drink then sat holding it as she tried to shift around to look at him better. "I'll be a good girl Daddy I promise," she said. "I wish I could believe that Baby, I really do." "Daddy I have to pee really bad. Please just let me get out and pee." He was looking at her cautiously. "Please Daddy, I don't want to pee my pantys." He knew there was a roadside rest stop coming up that had a porta-potty and a single picnic table. So he decided to take a chance. "Look Baby Girl we've a roadside stop up ahead. I'll let you get out and pee there if there isn't anyone else around." He said. he knew it would be dicey but she had nowhere to run to. "Thank you Daddy," she leaned toward him as far as the seatbelt would allow and kissed his shoulder. "I love you Daddy. I'm just scared." He pulled in at the picnic table seeing the place was deserted. Then he cautioned her not to scream or try to run off as he clipped the zip tie on her right wrist. She sat there rubbing it as he got out and came around to her side opening the door. She'd already unfastened her seat belt and when he leaned in to cut the zip tie around her ankles she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Daddy. I'll be a good Girl I promise." Her legs were a bit wobbly as she moved toward the porta potty, all the way he held her arm steadying her. then let her see that he was showing her some trust he stood outside waiting as she closed the door and started taking down her pantys. It smelled horrible, but she held her nose as she went potty. At the same time she used the tab from the Pepsi can to scratch, 'Please Help Me, Martha Frost!!!! 4/12/14' into the plastic next to the seat. While she was inside DomDaddy took the opportunity himself to take a piss on the corner. "Daddy, what's that sound. Is it raining?" she almost giggled as she talked to distract him from the sound of the pop tab scraping into the plastic. "Ewwww, Daddy that was gross," she complained as she opened the door and stepped out. "And they didn't even have any paper." He followed her quickly to the car and she wasted no time getting back into her seat and fastening her seat belt as he pulled out another zip tie' "Please Daddy, I'll be good I promise. See I even put on my seatbelt," he looked at her wavering with his own thoughts. "I, I want to, to do something else but I can't do that if I'm tied up. Please Daddy?" He closed her door and quickly got in behind the wheel. "We still have an hour to drive before we get to the Cabin. Are you sure you don't want to wait?" he said her fingers began working at the front of his pants. "It's so pretty Daddy, I, I just want to kiss it and thank it for all that cream earlier," she pouted her lip out. "You aren't going to bite it are you, remember I'm driving baby girl." She giggled then, "Daddy I wouldn't bite it, it's too pretty. I, I just hope," she hesitated, her hand inside his open fly. "Hope what Baby?" "I never did anything like that before," she blushed honestly. Holy shit she really was a virgin. "Baby girl if you don't know what to do maybe we should wait till we get to the cabin then Daddy can take his time and teach you," his heart was racing a mile a minute. Maybe she really was learning to love him, it would be nice not to have to get rid of her like the others when he was done. Maybe he could even trust her to keep their secret. then she could go home to her Momma again. He pulled her hand out of his pants and she pouted. Then a set of headlight lit up the back of the car. "D, Daddy I'm scared," she said. "It's probably just some campers headed up to the lake too," he said. Then the flashing lights came on behind them. "Shit, Baby Girl, remember," he started to tell her not to make a sound. She scooted down in her seat, "I'll just be here sleeping Daddy. Please don't let them take me away," he was already slowing down with his blinker on looking for a safe place to pull off. She wrapped her arms around herself and curled up in the seat closing her eyes, pretending to be asleep by the time he'd stopped. "What's the problem officer?" he asked after rolling down his window. "Did you know you don't have any taillights?" 'Shit I forgot to turn them back on.' He carefully flipped the toggle switch. "No sir maybe it's a short or something they were working when we left to come up here." "Hey Pete, they just came on," said a second officer near her door. he flickered them a couple of times. "Yeah probably a short," said officer Pete. "You better take in to a shop and have them look at it." he shined the flashlight across the car on Martha. "Are we there Daddy," she said groggily. "No Baby Girl, Daddy has a short in the tail lights, I got pulled over." he said. "Momma's going to be mad if you get arrested before we get there." she whined. "She's been going on and on about this vacation up at the cabin." he looked shock for a brief instant but neither cop saw it. they were too busy looking at the pretty girl sucking her thumb in the passenger seat. "Well you folks go on and enjoy your vacation, sorry to disturb your sleep little lady." They headed back to their own car and shut out the lights. Pulling back onto the road DomDaddy looked over at her, a new admiration for this sweet little innocent teen. When he was sure no one was following him he said, "Thank you Baby Girl, Daddy's proud of you." She sat up and hugged his arm, laying her head on his shoulder. She was still scared to death but she was starting have confused feelings. She liked calling him Daddy, she liked being Called Baby Girl. And he hadn't done anything yet to hurt her. He was even nice to the policemen who'd stopped them. She knew what he wanted, she'd pretended so often describing the acts in chat with so many different pretend Daddies. "But he'd actually come and taken her away. That was what scared her. He'd used something to make her go to sleep then he'd bound her in his car and went to great pains to sneak away with her. she'd more terrified of the ball gag in her mouth and the zip ties than she was of him. so far he'd been gentle with her, and promised to be gentle as long as she was a good girl when they reached the cabin. The sun was just beginning to peak above the tree line when he finally pulled the old nova up in front of the remote Cabin. She saw his Jeep Cherokee sitting next to it as he pulled straight into the old shed on the other side. After getting out, he reached for the package of Zip ties again. "Daddy can I help you carry stuff inside? Please?" he saw the frightened way she was looking at the zip ties. "Please let me help Daddy?" her eyes never left the zip ties. He opened the trunk and took out her backpack with her laptop inside. "Here you go Baby Girl, you carry this I'll carry the cooler." She smiled at him then and followed him around the side to the steps at the front. "There aren't any snakes are there Daddy, I don't like snakes," she said. "No Baby Girl, there aren't any snakes this close to the cabin," he answered with a smile as he unlocked the door pushing it open ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ George Stanton sat in his cruiser waiting for his sister Alicia to get home. it had been eighteen hours since he'd last slept. The dogs had been all through the house and the yard. And the neighbors yards, the only trail they found was the one leading back to school. He sat there flipping through her school notebooks hoping to find some clue. Everyone in four block radius had been talked to except for the neighbor that lived directly behind them. but he'd already been gone on a fishing trip days before Martha had disappeared . The neighbor who was checking his mail and such said he usually took off for several weeks a year to fish at some lake up north. "Always brings me a mess of trout too." "What's his name again?" George had asked thinking there was something wrong with it. "Flagg, Randall Flagg, age, forty seven, six foot five, greying brown hair, green eyes," answered Joe. "Yeah I know what you're thinking. Same name as the bad guy in that Stephen King movie." Seeing the notebooks Joe asked, "Does she still have contact with her father?" "No she wouldn't have," the writing and doodles on the cover suddenly jumped out at him. Then he saw it was on all of her notebooks, 'Slut 4 Daddy' 'Daddy's Good Girl' 'Daddy's Baby Girl' "Joe, call Latham County, I want him picked up." "Dispatch, Notify Latham County we need Martin Frost picked up and held for questioning," called Joe over the radio. "The captains already been there. he's been in Chino state out in California since January." "She sure has a Daddy fetish," said Joe as he started to step back seeing Alicia coming down the street. "Where's my baby George," her eyes were red from hours of crying. "We'll find her, I promise you Alicia, I won't stop until she's home." "She's all I've got George, she's our baby girl, you have to find her, please." "Alicia, we're doing everything we can. But we need to ask you some questions. Some of them might seem kind of harsh." He had to sit back and let Joe take over the questioning, still it was hard to watch. And then Joe laid her notebooks on the table, slowly pointing to the words hidden in all the doodles. "Alicia what do you know about these? Is there any chance she could still be in contact with her father?" "N, no he'd kill her if he ever saw her again," she looked around at George. "Did, did he come her and take my Baby?" she was squalling again. "She, she might have gone with him if he came here though," she was grasping at the slightest chance of hope. "She, every night she goes out on the back patio and preys her heart out that god will send her a Daddy to love her." she looked up those in the room, "That fucking bastard almost killed her when she was ten." "Excuse me," a young woman knocked tapped on the door frame as she stepped into the room. "Stephanie Sommers, FBI," "You, you found her!" Alicia jumped at the hope. "No, not yet but I wanted to know what you internet IP is." "What's that got to do with finding Martha?" George asked. "Her Laptop is missing for one, for another there's this name right here," she lifted the notebook with 'Slut4Daddy' written on the cover. "Steph, what does this have to do with my niece?" She ignored him for the moment. "Mrs Frost I work for the Division of Cyber Crimes, we track mostly Pedophiles." Before she could continue her cell phone rang and she answered it. "Thank you Charlie, get everyone up. pull in every single one of those assholes now. And someone find this Flagg guy, put out an all states bolo." "Flagg, the back neighbor." Asked George. "Not here," she said watching the grief stricken face of Alicia Frost. In the next room she lay several Chat transcript on the table and circled a name, 'SlutforDaddy17' and the IP address. "That's your niece," she circled another one, 'DomDaddy4' "That's Mr Flagg. We just got it confirmed by hooking into the internet at both houses." "George, we're pouring everything we have into this. We've got maybe a week tops to find her before, before he gets rid of her." She grimaced ready for his outburst that didn't come. Instead he looked into her eyes, "Find her Stephanie, you have to find her." Out in the hallway Alicia collapsed to floor hearing her words. "George, you need some sleep," said the chief. "Not while my niece is in the hands of a serial killer." He'd seen the other print out with the same IP address as Flagg. The names started off with DomDaddy1 and went in sequence all the way up 4. He'd already had four victims. He stared into Agent Sommers eyes. "Did any of those other girls have anything in common with my niece?" She pushed the door closed before answering, "Yes they were all Transgendered. And all of them had an estranged father whom they loved but didn't love them in return." "Look these other girls, they were from really far away. Your niece lived just across the alley. There's a chance we might have more time in finding her." "You think these others were just practice?" "That or She's the reason that he started. Either way he has a connection with her that none of the others had." It was hope, something to hold onto no matter how slim. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Inside the cabin Martha began to feel safe as he built a little fire in the fireplace and gave her the 'Grand Tour'. "We even have indoor plumbing," He assured her showing her the bathroom. Her eyes grew huge when she saw the enema bag hanging from the shower rod. "What's that for?" she asked nervously. "Oh that's for later, Daddy will teach you all about it tonight. Oh Baby Girl we are going to have so much fun together." His hand was on her bottom as he guided her to the bedroom, then dropped her backpack on the bed. next he took hold of her waist and lifted her up onto it. She heard a rattle and then felt the cold metal as he fastened the shackle to her left ankle. "D, Daddy please. I'm being a good girl Daddy." she was frightened all over again. "Oh my precious Baby Girl. It's just until Daddy's sure you won't try to run away. Besides you might get eaten by a bear if you go outside." "But wat if I have to potty?" her tears were rolling down her cheeks again. "The chain is long enough to reach the bathroom and the kitchen." He was taking off his clothes, and soon crawled naked to the middle of the bed, his stiff cock twitching and jumping with excitement. He watched her looking at it, almost scared, uncertain. Go ahead take your clothes off Sweetie, it's time to take a nap. And good girls don't sleep in their clothes. "But Daddy, there's only one bed," she pointed out. "Baby Girl are you going to make Daddy have to spank you?" "But I, I never slept naked before Daddy," She was trying his patience, he rolled off the bed like a striking snake and jerked her across his lap face down as she shrieked in fear. "Good little Girls do what they're told. He had her skirt up on back and his bare hand landed ten fast smacks on her upturned ass as she kicked her feet waling in pain from the first spanking she'd ever gotten in her young life. he held her there with her hands pinned in the middle of her back until she stopped kicking and screaming. Then he stood her up on her feet. His eyes filled with tears, "Oh Baby Girl if you only knew how much it hurts to have to spank you for being a naughty little girl." She'd never seen a grown man cry before, but he these were real tears, just as real as her own. She was confused, she should be trying to escape, not thinking about making him happy. His hands came up to the front of her blouse, to the top button and hesitated. "Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy and take your clothes off so we can go to sleep, or are you going to make me have to spank you again?" Snuffling back her tears, still looking scared she asked, "Ev, everything Daddy?" she was unbuttoning her blouse already. "You may sleep in your pretty pantys, but that's all." She smiled then as she pulled her blouse open, leaning in she kissed his cheek. "Thank you Daddy." His hardon twitched painfully as he watched her timidly stripping off to her white cotton pantys. When she was done he slid back to the middle of the bed and pulled her gently up next to him. She kept staring at his hardened cock, and he guided her hand to it gently. "Go ahead Baby Girl, it's hard because you are so pretty. It wants to play." "What should I do Daddy?" "Give it a kiss, tell it how much you want to play with it," he coached her, his excitement building. Soon she had it in her mouth, sucking harder and harder. His hand came to rest on a pigtail and began gently urging her to take it deeper and deeper until she was choking and gagging on it, just before he started cumming in her mouth. Tears streaming down her cheeks she fought to swallow the hot salty goo. Some had escaped to dribble down her chin and she was afraid he would be mad. But then he just smiled at her happily. "Was that the first time you did that Baby Girl?" "Y, Yes Daddy. Did, did I do it right?" she cringed in fear of displeasing her Daddy. "You did just fine for your first time Baby Girl," he pulled her up next to him as he cuddled her from behind. His arms around her protectively. She lay there listening to him as he slowly drifted off to sleep. The events of the last sixteen hour turning over and over in her confused young mind. she was terrified of him but, he'd kidnapped her and taken her against her will. But he loved her, he Called her Baby Girl, and she enjoyed calling him daddy, he certainly loved hearing her call him daddy. and there was the spanking, yes it hurt, but he'd cried almost as much as she had. She woke a little bit later his hardened cock pressed tight against her panty covered ass. It sent a thrill through her feeling it there, she wanted to make her new Daddy happy. She didn't want another spanking, she'd do whatever he told her to, she vowed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Roadblocks went up all over the state, flyers with their pictures were faxed to every police agency in a five state radius. Someone had to see something, The television news picked up the story. Descriptions of his Jeep Cherokee were sent out. The FBI forensics team discovered the vinegar and Ammonia spray bottle in his garage. Upstairs in a room in direct line they found the indentations from two separate tripods. Little pin holes dotted the walls from where 5X7 pictures had been hung. In the bathroom sinks they found hair, testing had matched it with the other three victims. Slowly a profile of Randall Flagg began to emerge. Anyone and everyone who had ever so much as talked to him had been interviewed. "I just can't believe he'd do such a thing," admitted a stunned Mr Harris. He'd always been the one to collect Mr Flagg's mail whenever he was out of town "He even showed me pictures from his fishing trips," said the old man. "He took time out from his own fishing even to help others learn how. He loved teaching young girls how to fly fish for trout too." Suddenly Mr Harris stopped realizing everyone was looking at him strangely now. "Mr Harris," Stephanie set a stack of photos in front of him on George's desk. They weren't the ones from the flyers or the morgue just pictures of the girls. His hands shook as he started looking at them. Slowly he identified each one as being in pictures shown to him by his neighbor. "Where are these girls? What happened to them?" "Mr Harris, He murdered them after he spent at least a week molesting them." "What all them pretty girls? Even the redhead and the cute little blonde?" "What? Wait we don't have victims that fit those descriptions." "I remember he said they were his daughters." "How long ago was this?" Stephanie asked. "Oh that would be, lessee, right about six years ago. That's when he moved in. I remember now. We stood on his sun deck and he was the one what called the police when that poor girls Daddy bout beat her to death. Cried for hours he did, he just couldn't see how a father could do that to a little girl what just wanted to be loved by her Daddy." "Do you have any of those pictures he showed you?" "Sure I love pictures."