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Sweet Hostage for Daddy, 2 By: Candy Sue Marta Flagstone was sitting in her afternoon Advanced Psychology class thinking about her Daddy as the Professor began talking about split personalities. She knew that he really did love her and her sister Jeanie. And he'd been good lately, he hadn't tried to get them to go to the Cabin up at the lake in between their usual holiday trips. Of course even though she dated, there was still no one that loved her like her Daddy. she knew that Jeanie felt the same way too. He'd taken them away from their abusive mother, and they spent that whole summer together up there. The two had never seen their mother again, but his brother and their Aunt had raised both girls, and Daddy had always made sure they had anything they wanted. She couldn't understand why their sister Annie was so jealous of her and Jeanie She was absently fingering the little hair clip he'd given her as a gift when they were there together for Valentine's Day, just the four of them. Father's Day was just around the corner, and then they'd be together for the summer. She was pulled out of her daydream by the entrance of a young woman in a business suit. Her eyes narrowed, something was off about the woman talking to her professor. And her gut wrenched as her pointed towards her in the back row and she knew the woman was a police officer. "Miss Flagstone, you have a visitor," said Professor Heart. Why were the police here to see her? was something wrong? Was Jeanie in some sort of trouble again? had something happened to Annie? She stood up gathering her books and moved toward the door at the back of the class room. "Marta Flagstone?" asked another plainclothes police officer. "Yes, what's this about? Has something happened to Jeanie?" Now the first woman was there with them in the corridor. "I'm Agent Sommers with the FBI, we need to ask you some questions about your father." She turned white for a moment in panic. Had Jeanie talked to someone about the games they played with their Daddy up at the cabin? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Martha woke to the smell of bacon frying, and smell of the strange bed, then everything came flooding back to her. carefully, scared and alone, she began to look around. She was laying in the middle of a four poster canopy bed, the top was made of a series of mirrors, and she watched herself for a moment. Then her eyes caught the eye bolts screwed into one of the bed posts. She looked to see that all the posts held at least four of them. She could here Daddy in the kitchen, and finally after having some rest, she started to really look around, taking in the details she'd been too panicked to notice this morning. A large 'X' frame stood propped up by a large base. It had been covered by a sheet this morning. Quietly trying to make sure the chain didn't rattle she got out of bed looking for her clothes, but they were gone along with her backpack. Laying in the middle of an ottoman she saw her pink lace pantys. The ottoman itself looked strange until she realized it was built around a wagon, the pull handle laying on the floor. the thin padding didn't reach to the outer edges. Instead, at each corner was a small eye bolt the whole thing about two foot by three foot and she glanced at the doorway and realized that it could be pulled easily through into the front room. That was where it had been this morning she finally remembered. What had he called it Annie's little pony? She really wanted clean pantys, she'd been wearing her cotton ones since before school yesterday. Carefully she made her way to the ottoman and picked up the clean pantys. Then realized there was no way she could change while she was still shackled by the chain. Taking a chance, fighting her fear she finally called out, "D, Daddy?" "Oh you're finally awake Baby Girl. Daddy will be right there, I just need to finish your breakfast." She felt her stomach rumble at mention of food. Hanging on the wall she saw riding crops, handcuffs, leather restraints, clamps and chains. None of which had been there before. And all of which she now realized were for bondage and discipline. She felt frightened of Daddy now, yet another part of her was excited. He promised to be Gentle, he loved her, he really did, after all hadn't he cried this morning when he spanked her for being naughty? She wasn't certain but she didn't think that if he cried like that, that he would really hurt her. carrying the pantys with her she crossed to the bathroom. She really needed to Pee. The bathroom like the bed room was in itself a different world to her. She hadn't noticed it before but now she saw the eye bolts. One on each side of the toilet in the floor. three in the shower above the tub. One would hold her upright under the spray. One in the middle was in the ceiling and the third was in the wall just above the tub at the back. Cautiously she reached out and touched the Enema bag hanging from the rod. The soft rubber, looked brand new, the hose ran down and ended in a little nozzle but part way from the nozzle she saw two squeeze balls like on the blood pressure cuff used at the clinic where she got her lab work done to track her Hormone levels. She'd seen enema bags before, but none of them had this sort of nozzle at the end. she wondered what it was for. A noise at the door startled her and she jumped jerking her hand back from the soft rubbery bumps along the nozzle. "Sorry Baby Girl," he said. "Daddy didn't hear you wake up." he knelt in the floor smiling at her as he unlocked the shackle from her ankle. She just stared at him a moment as she finished peeing in the toilet. Gently he took hold of her cotton pantys and pulled them down to her ankles. Slowly one foot at a time she stepped out of them. He leaned forward and kissed her knees, "Daddy Loves you Baby Girl. I have your breakfast all ready, just the way you like it." As he stood up she quickly slipped on her pantys, being careful to tuck herself out of sight. Maybe he didn't know that she was a Trans girl, what would he do if he was expecting her to have a vagina? Just outside door less, doorway he took hold of her hand, leading her to the table where he stood holding her chair for her to sit down. On the plate were three pieces of bacon, not too crisp, two slices of toast lightly buttered with grape jelly, and two eggs over easy. "Well?" he asked. "It's perfect Daddy," she smiled at him. "H, how did you know I like it this way?" "I've been watching you eat breakfast every day for six years Baby Girl," was his answer. She really was starved, and she ate everything on her plate. Then he set out her Hormones for her and a glass of milk. She looked at the number of pills and realized there were as many as she should be taking. But before she could ask he said, "You missed Two doses Sweetie. we'll get you caught up though. You can take one missed dose this morning and the other tomorrow morning, we don't want you to have any bad Hormonal reactions." "Thank you Daddy," she took half of the extra pills, handing the other half back to him. "The doctor said I should only take half of a missed dose until I'm caught up." she watched carefully as he opened a cabinet and returned the pills to their proper bottles. Now she knew where they were. Turning around he reached out to take her hand as she finished her glass of milk. "Do you trust Daddy? You know I would never really hurt you don't you?" she still looked frightened as she followed him to the main part of the cabin. "Y, yes Daddy," she answered uncertainly, a slight tremor in her voice betraying her fear. "Daddy is going to teach you play all those naughty games we played on your computer, won't that be fun? And then we can go play them with your sisters too." "I, I'm scared Daddy, I, I never played those games for real. And, and everyone says it hurts," she could feel herself getting more frightened by the second as he led her to the ottoman in the bedroom. He kept mentioning sisters from time to time, she'd never had a real sister before either. What would it be like?" He caressed her cheek, and kissed her forehead. "Daddy is going to be as gentle as I can, Baby girl. But I have to teach you everything first." he was guiding her up onto the ottoman. Remembering how badly the spanking had hurt she timidly knelt on the edge. "That's a good girl, now lean forward and put your hands right here," he indicated the front corners where the eye bolts were. She tried not to, but she couldn't help it, her frightened tears slowly trickled down her cheeks as he fastened the leather restraints around her wrists and clipped them to the bolts. His hands reached under her to gently massage her tender young breasts, his fingers caressing her now stiffened nipples. His lips brushed hers, "So pretty just like my Annie" "Please Daddy, I'm being a good girl," she begged as he moved behind her. she fought the urge to kick out at him as she felt the leather bands tightening around her upper calves just below her knees. Now on the verge of real terror she looked back to see him clipping them to the bolts in the back corners. "Wh, why Daddy, I'm being a good girl?" She begged her tears rolling faster now. "Daddy's sorry Baby Girl, but I have to teach you first, you have to learn to trust Daddy. I know you're scared, and you don't understand but Daddy really does love you." "I'll be good Daddy, I promise." "Daddy's heard that too many times Baby Girl. All the others had to be taught just like you do. Even Marta and Jeanie" He was pulling the ottoman towards the bathroom now. Backing it up to the tub. "Daddy has to give you an Enema, well actually several. We have to make sure you're all cleaned out so Daddy can teach you to play the nasty games." She lowered her head between her secured hands, crying openly now. "Please Daddy, please." It did no good as he filled the bag with hot soapy water. She felt her pantys being pulled down in the back exposing her quivering bottom. His finger as he rubbed a clear jell over and around her virgin little hole. Biting her lip she felt his finger tip probing gently, pushing into her, one knuckle, two. It worked in and out painfully and she bit her lip determined not to cry out. Then it was suddenly gone, and she started to relax. Before she could lift her head though she felt the end of the nozzle pushing into her. The little bump slowly forcing her open as she bit her lip harder, whimpering as her tears rolled down her cheeks at the pain, the humiliation, the violation of her virgin bottom. Slowly the pain subsided to just a little dull ache, as he moved the stiff tube end around, and in and out, gently between the two bumps one inside, one outside. She tried to squeeze herself closed felt her muscles trying to push it out. "See I knew Daddy would need to teach you," he began squeezing one of the balls and the bump inside her began to swell up, next he inflated the second one on the outside. She could feel the heat of the soapy liquid as it began rushing down the tube. And then it was flowing slowly into her. she began to cry anew as she felt her tummy begin to bulge, filling with the hot liquid. "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry I was a bad girl, please Daddy." it continued to flow into her. "I'll do anything Daddy, please let me make you happy Daddy, please." He stepped in front of her now and lifted her tear streaked face to look at him. "Anything Baby girl?" "Yes Daddy, please." she begged. "I'll, I'll do what I did this morning Daddy," she promised. She watched as he opened his pants, his already erect cock jumping out at her. she rocked forward opening her mouth as his hands closed around her pigtail. Slowly as she rocked forward and back, she began to forget about liquid filling her ass. She concentrated trying to please him, she wanted to please him, needed to please him. he began pushing in deeper and deeper. Felt her beginning to gag. Her tears flowing freely as his cock pressed the back of her throat. She wanted to make him happy. She knew he could really hurt her if she didn't. She struggled with her own body as she swallowed. His cock sliding in deeper, pulling out then back in. she gagged, the mucus flowing threatening to drown her as she pushed it out to coat his hard cock. "Oh Baby Girl, ohhh yesssss, such a good girl for Daddy," he praised her feeling himself slipping ever deeper into her throat. He was gentle, fighting his own urge to thrust in hard and fast as he held onto her pigtails. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum but he wasn't going to hurt her, he'd promised her to be gentle if she was a good girl. He swelled, and then began to spew forth his hot scalding seed into her mouth. He felt her swallowing over and over as he blasted jet after jet into her young willing mouth. Finally pulling back he let his cock slip free. She'd done better this time, barely a dribble hung on the end of chin. Smiling he scooped it up with a finger. A finger she caught with her mouth, sucking it clean. Cupping her face in one hand he began to pet her head slowly, softly, lovingly. He knelt down and kissed her lips. "Such a good girl for Daddy," he praised her. such a good, good girl." She smiled happily at him, her heart pounding with excitement at his praises. Then her tummy cramped, "Ohhh Daddy, it hurts. My tummy hurts Daddy." she whimpered softly, afraid he would get angry. Instead he unclipped her wrists then clipped them together before turning the ottoman so she was backed up to the toilet. He unclipped her knees. Then helped her sit up, guiding her onto the seat as she doubled over against the cramps. Shhh, Shhh, he soothed her as he twisted the little nob on the first ball, the retention balloon deflating rapidly. He pulled the nozzle free, telling her to try and hold it in. she tried hard watching as Daddy put the nozzle in the sink and began the hot water running over it. suddenly her tummy cramped again and she lost control the hot foul liquid gushing out, splashing in the toilet. Gushing in waves as her guts contracted forcing it out. her tummy slowly began to ease up, less painful now. "Oh baby girl I'm so proud of you, you held it so long for Daddy." She now knew for sure what he was doing, she'd read about it online. He was preparing her for anal sex. Part of her was terrified, another part excited. It was going to hurt, she knew it would, everyone she'd talked to who had tried it had told her that. But the few who were more experienced told that if the other person cared, if they were gentle, not forceful, it soon became a wonderful feeling. What was happening to her? she was supposed to be trying to escape, to get free. Daddy had kidnapped her. But he was gentle, loving. And she wanted so badly to have a Daddy to love her. She wanted to please her Daddy, to feel all the love he had to give. Daddy leaned against the sink as he cleaned the nozzle under the hot water, watching the warring emotions going through her young mind. what was she thinking? Was she planning her escape? She lifted her head looking up at him, he smiled back at her unsure of what he was seeing, yet determined to be as gentle as he could. He'd never had a baby girl come this far without needing his stern hand to teach her to accept his love. Not even Annie had responded this soon. "D, Daddy did I really do good?" she asked as if she was seeking his praise. "Yes Baby Girl, you did so good." "C, can we, I mean can I, can I have the next one now Daddy, please?" she had been told by her friend Caroline that she always gave herself three enema's to be ready for Randy's cock in her ass. How she felt so clean and pretty afterward. That it really made things easier less painful in the beginning. Daddy couldn't believe it. none of the other girls had responded this fast. They'd cried and begged him to stop. Pleaded with him, threatened him even. But here she was almost begging for the next one. "Are you sure Baby girl? You don't need to rest first?" that had been a ploy of the last one, begging to rest. "N, no Daddy," her cuffed hands came up to his stirring cock, her fingers wrapping around it gently, then she kissed it softly before letting go. He was watching in amazement as she continued to look at him, such love, such devotion. Deeper than Marta, deeper than Jeanie even. Then to his amazement she lifted off the toilet, her knees resting on the corners of the ottoman. She leaned forward her elbows at the front corners, her head resting on her hands. "Please Daddy, please love me," he saw the soft tears as they rolled slowly down her cheeks. "Please, I want, I want to make you happy Daddy. You're the only Daddy that ever loved me," her tears were real, she did love him. He quickly refilled the bag with clear hot water, and began rubbing the lubricant over her little puckered hole. This time she didn't try to shy away as he started working his finger into her, pushing in more of the thick lubricant. She was rocking back on it. Her arms lay forward, her head lowering in a submissive posture as he began pushing the end into her. she wiggled her bottom pushing back past the first balloon. Her body slowly rocking back and forth as he slowly inflated the balloon to hold the end in place. He opened the valve on the hose letting the water begin to flow. As the hot water began to fill her up a shudder of excitement washed through her. she was going to do it. She was going to fuck her Daddy, a Daddy who loved her. He was going to teach her about sex, how to make love and be loved. All thoughts of escape were gone, she would stay here with her new Daddy. She wanted to be loved, needed to be loved. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Both girls sat in separate interview rooms at the FBI building. Two separate Agents began the questioning. "Do you know where your father is?" Sommers asked Jeanie Flagstone. "No I don't. I haven't seen him since Valentine's day." She answered. "Where is his cabin?" "Out of state some place. It's on a Lake with a cold spring. We always go trout fishing. Why are you so interested in my Daddy and his cabin?" she asked in return. Sommers lay the picture of Martha Frost in front of her on the table. "Have you ever seen this young girl?" "Sure she was on the news this morning. What does that have to do with my Daddy?" In the next room Agent Fielding said, "Classic denial." "Maybe, maybe not." In the next interview room Agent Sally Ryder asked Marta, "Can you tell me where your father's cabin is located?" "It's on the north side of Fremont Lake in Wyoming. what does that have to do with why my sister and I are here?" she answered. Ryder opened the file folder on the table to the picture, watching her face closely. "That's the missing girl from the television. What does she have to do with my Daddy?" "Your father kidnapped her, we believe he took her to his cabin." "Oh please, my Father would never do anything like that?" Marta answered. "What about your Daddy? Does he Molest you and your Sister up at the cabin?" Marta's face blanched, in the darkened observation room Senior Agent Keller said "Bingo." The information was already being relayed about the location of the cabin, and a team of Agents from the FBI Hostage Response Team were already enroute in helicopters. Ryder left the picture laying on the table and stepped out into the hallway, she needed a break. Needed to step back from the girl in the interview room. "Sally, you did good in there. but we need to keep going. We need all the information we can get." "Dan, if I go back in there now," she bit back her tears before they had a chance to break free. Stephanie stepped out into the hallway then, after being alerted by her ear piece. "What did we get?" then she saw the stricken look on her friends face. "Sally go get some coffee, your too emotionally charged right now. I'll keep them sweating." "Th, thank you Steph," she turned and hurried down the hallway. "Have Ann stay with her," she named the agencies onsite psychologist. "Steph?" "Sally was molested by her father when she was in high school, Dan." She didn't need to say anything more. They would be letting the pair sweat it out for a half hour while the two Agents got some much needed Mental rest. "Dan," an agent got his attention. "A Forest Ranger up near White Pine Ski resort just found this in a roadside porta potty." He was holding a faxed photo of the message, 'Help Me Please!!!!, Martha Frost, 4/19/14' wrapped around the hinge of the seat cover was a pink satin hair ribbon. "That's our girl," he yelled. "Get everyone up there now!" "Dan what do you have?" Sommers asked desperately as she rushed into the hallway after overhearing it on her earpiece. "Dan we have a positive location on the cabin. And a pair of deputies remember seeing them." said another Agent. "Where?" "White Pine Ski area, in Wyoming. The cabins on the north edge of Fremont Lake, right where the girl said." "Its rough country up there Dan. Hard to get and out of quietly." The information was relayed to the Hostage Rescue Teams, and now all they could do was sit and wait. Sally Ryder stepped out into the hall from the break room. "We found her?" "We know where she is, we've got the rescue teams on their way." Dan told her. "This was too easy Dan, too easy." She said and stepped into the room with Jeanie Flagstone. "You're not the same one that was in here before," she started saying before Sommers reentered the room. This time she dropped the pictures of them on the table. Not just the pictures of Jeanie and Marta with their father, but the other girls as well. Old man Harris had been true to his words, he did have pictures. Pictures that Flagg, aka Flagstone hadn't known he'd collected. Sally looked at her friend a moment then at the pictures with the cabin in the background. Sommers reached out and separated the pictures, "Where is this cabin?" she could see it in the younger girls eyes, she'd been there. "I, I don't know. Daddy never said where we were." She answered. "Does your sister know?" asked Sally. "I, I don't know." She looked up tears in her eyes now. Her stomach began to cramp and she doubled over in pain. "No Daddy, no I was a good girl Daddy. please don't do this," she pleaded. "Sommers, Ryder, I need to talk to you a minute," Dan said softly over their earpieces. Ryder had knelt in the floor holding Jeanie and looked up at her interrogation partner. Out in the hallway Dan was holding up two new photos and a lab report. The blonde in the first was Marta Anne Wyler, age fifteen, Transgendered, missing believed abducted. The second was Jeanie Marie Spinx, also age fifteen red hair, Transgendered, Missing believed to have been abducted. The lab results was a report on the pills found in both girls purses. Estrogen, progesterone, and Spironolactone. "Son of a bitch, Dan." "Yeah I know, they're both victims too," he leaned back against the wall. His hand rubbing across his face. "This just got a hell of a lot more complicated." "Not if we get Martha Frost back alive Dan. Then we'll have time to sort it out." Agent Sommers said dryly. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was nearing dusk as the agents of the FBI Hostage Rescue finally moved into position around the cabin. It had taken four painstaking hours to get everyone into position, during which Dan Phelps, Stephanie Sommers and George Stanton were flown up by helicopter and met by the primary entry team. "Over watch two, we have movement at the back of the house." "Never mind it's a grey tabby cat." "Lake watch, that woman is still fishing where the cold water spring runs in but she looks like she's leaving." "Over watch one, we're all green on this side. "Sniper one, Check no target" "Two, no target" "Three, no target" "Four, no target." "Are you sure there's someone there?" asked George. "Light smoke rising from the chimney, there's got to be someone around." "Lake watch, that lady is heading toward the house. looks like her fishing was pretty good. You want someone to intercept her?" "No we can't afford to tip our hand, the first priority is to verify the whereabouts of the hostage." George sat on pins and needles listening to everything in the command car. He wished that they'd gotten more information from the other two girls but they were both heavily sedated even before they left with Dan. "All units hold in place, I say again all units, hold in place, she's going to the door." "Shit where'd he come from? Damn that's a big bastard." Suddenly they saw the huge Rottweiler as he bounced up onto the porch from underneath. "Entry team, do you have tranquilizers?" "Locked and loaded." "She just unlocked the door and went inside." "Sheriffs on his way maybe he can tell us who she is," muttered a field agent. "That's Annie, she lives there." offered a young boy standing watch with his parents waiting to be allowed to go to their own cabin. "Dan, we got a wit, says the woman lives there." "Bring em up. I want to talk to them," Dan said. "What's your name son?" asked Dan. "Mikey, are you gonna arrest Annie?" "I don't know, has she done something bad?" he asked. "She isn't bad Mister, I don't care what nobody says. It aint her fault, that's what Mom says." "What's not her fault Mikey?" He looked around at everyone seeing all the guns and armored vests. "I didn't know it was against the law to want to be a girl. Annie's really nice she helps me catch fish and she teached me to swim too." Mikey was getting scared now. "Mr Phelps, is there a problem we should know about?" asked Mikey's father. "What do you know about your neighbor Annie Stone?" "She's quiet, keeps to herself mostly. Real helpful whenever Mikey's having trouble catching fish. She umm," "Bill, please. It isn't against the law to be a Transsexual." "Have you folks known her very long?" "Sure she lives here year round, I guess you could say about five years. she was already livin here when we moved in. I feel sorry for her and all, she must get really lonely in between visits from her Dad and younger sisters on the big holidays." Dan produced pictures of Marta and Jeanie. "Yeah that's them. real nice girls too." "Thanks, you folks have been really helpful," Dan said. "All units stand down. I'm going to the house." "You aren't going to arrest her are you?" asked Mikey, but no one answered his question. Dad followed by Agent Sommers and George Stanton walked casually to the door. "Buster, Heel." The big dog moved to her side as she came to the door. "May I help you?" "Yes we're trying to find your Dad," Dan informed her. "And you are?" "Oh sorry," they introduced themselves. "I don't care what my mother says, I'm not going back." "Ma'am?" "Didn't my mother send you up here?" "No Ma'am, we're trying to locate your father," said Dan. "And another young girl," added Stephanie Sommers. "No!" "Please, we need to find her, you have to help us," pleaded George. "If you know anything at all, my niece Martha is missing and he has her. You have to tell us where he is." "Why?" "You could be charged as an accomplice if you know anything and withhold information." "No why did he take her?" George thrust a picture of Martha in front of her, "Look at her and then tell me you don't know where she might be!" "Do you love your niece, I mean really love her?" Annie was starting to cry. "Buster go get Mommy's purse." The Rottweiler took off through the house disappearing through a doorway. Then came back carrying her purse. She took it and patted his head before giving him a treat. "That's Mommy's good boy. Yes you are." "Ma'am?" "Sorry I can't tell you, but I can show you." she looked heartbroken now. "Have you seen my little sisters? Are, are they home with, with their real parents?" "No they're both alright but at the moment they're," Dan hesitated. "They're being treated for Post traumatic shock," supplied Sommers. "Good, you have no idea how evil he is," she wiped her tears. "Is it ok if we take Buster next door first? He likes Mikey, but he hates my Father." They stopped at the neighbor's cabin and she asked Mikey to take care of Buster. Then she got in the car and through tear blurred eyes began giving directions. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Daddy had been really gentle, she'd never had anyone treat her that gently before, certainly not her father. Sure it had hurt, he'd been honest with her about that, but it hadn't hurt for very long before she began to enjoy it. "Just like my Annie, I know you're going to love living with her," he'd said. They'd made love together until almost ten PM when he collapsed exhausted onto the bed. All the while praising her for being such a good girl. She lay half across his bare chest, her heart slowly returning to a slower steady beat. He'd promised to teach her all the exciting games that he and Annie and her older sisters liked to play. Suddenly her tummy gurgled, and she slid silently from the bed. she didn't want to wake her Daddy he was so tired. And he was so good to her. she sat on the potty and her tummy stopped aching by the time she was finished. Quietly she pulled her lacey pink pantys on, stifling her giggles because that was all he'd brought for her to wear. As she moved about the cabin she began straightening things. Putting books back on shelves, washing the dishes. Tying up the trash she set it beside the door, afraid he might wake up while she was taking it out and think she was trying to run away like a naughty little Girl. Opening the pantry door for a new trash bag she saw them. the backpacks of other little girls. She started to pull hers out and then decided to peek inside the others. The pictures in the first one scared her as she looked at them each one more gruesome than the last. the young girls fastened to the ottoman, and the 'X' frame. The lifeless eyes staring back at her seemed to be screaming 'RUN!' Her hands shaking she pulled hers free of the pile. She knew there were clothes inside but she couldn't wait, couldn't chance that he would wake up and catch her. She didn't remember stuffing the pictures in her pack, or opening the door. But suddenly she was running, barefoot and naked except for her pink pantys. The rocks hurting her feet as she ran, the tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision as her feet carried her down the rough unkempt road, right into the front grill of Dan Phelps blacked out Sedan as it crept through the woods towards the cabin. Her backpack flying across the hood, her laptop slamming into the windshield shattering like china, the pictures flying everywhere. Only his reflexes stopped him from running over the almost naked girl they'd come to rescue. She lay curled up in a blanket cuddled in her Uncles arms. "Shhh, Shhh, my father can't hurt you anymore," crooned Annie as she caressed her forehead. "You're safe, safe. I won't let him hurt anyone else." While they'd been gathering up Martha, getting her into the back of the car, Annie had sat staring at the photo's scattered across the windshield. The following agents had spread out through the woods to begin ringing the house. No one was paying attention to Annie anymore. Their only concern now was keeping Flagg from escaping and getting Martha to a safe place. They were waiting for an ambulance since there was no place to turn around until they reached the clearing in front of the cabin. George heard the rack click as the shotgun was pulled free from the dash mount. He looked around in shock, but Sally Ryder who had just joined the group saw what was happening. As Annie straightened up pulling the Ithaca 12 Gauge pump through the window, Shelly rested her hand on her shoulder. "I know how much you hate him right now. But I also know there is no way you can walk away from this if you do what you are planning to do." In the back seat Martha heard the low conversation and clung tighter to her Uncle George. Shelly knew who this young woman was, she'd brought the full report on her case along with her, studying it on the ride in the helicopter. "Annie, please. I know you want to do this. No one would blame you, especially after the way you were treated. Please Annie, let us handle it." Martha lifted her red rimmed eyes, turning her head to look at her. "Annie?" the whole time he'd been praising her he'd been comparing her to Annie Her grip on the shot gun loosened as she looked into the frightened pleading eyes of the little girl they'd just saved. "I, I'm sorry he's a monster," said Martha as she reached for her. Suddenly the two were hugging each other, both crying. George found himself holding them both. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Three Months later: Annie Stone sat on the front porch of her cabin, Buster laying at her feet watching as the cars pulled slowly down the road. A thin wisp of dust rising behind them. She wasn't sure what to expect, it was the first big holiday since her father had been arrested. She'd ignored the phone calls. Hadn't opened the letters. She was afraid of what they might say. But now, now there was no way to avoid it. Her sisters, not by blood but by ordeal, were both getting the help they needed to undo the worst of what her father had done to them. But she'd refused the help, ignoring the forgiveness of those around her. Sure she hadn't helped her father. But then again she hadn't turned him in either when he brought first Marta and then Jeanie to her. she'd believed him when he swore there were no others. That he hadn't ever really harmed anyone. The reason she didn't own a television was so she didn't have to see the news. But now they were coming whether she wanted them to or not. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her neighbors watching from their porch. Mikey, with his fly rod ready to go to the spring. He'd been a never ending well of support over the last three months. As the lead car pulled to a stop she Recognized the man behind the wheel, Bolder Police Lt George Stanton. He didn't recognize the woman beside him. or the woman who sat uncertain next to the driver of the second car. as that driver opened the door and stepped out looking around at everything she began to smile. And then as Martha began slowly walking toward the porch she slowly stood up, it had been her intention to go inside and close her door. "Annie," the teen cried out her name sounding happy to see her, and she froze for a moment. The paused at the bottom of the steps then carefully one at a time she climbed up until the two even with each other. It was the first time they'd seen each other since that night in the woods. Then suddenly Martha rushed forward her arms going around her. the hug was warm, caring, filled with love. No one had ever greeted her that way before, not her father, not her sisters. She had started the day with no one left, her mother still refused to see her because of her choice of gender. Here she was truly alone, to pay her penance to the cruel world around her. Her only comforts had been Buster and Mikey. But now there was this silly little girl, another survivor just like herself who was clinging to her. Softly she petted the girls hair. "Annie," she looked up to see George Stanton there between the two women. this is Alicia, Martha's mother, and Lillian, my wife. Both women were smiling up at her. then she saw their hands were full. What was this? "I brought some potato salad," said Lillian. "I brought fried chicken and a steak for Buster," offered Alicia. "Can, can I come up and thank you? Please?" but her foot was already on the step and Martha twisted in her arms reaching out toward her. and she hurried up the steps to hug Annie. "Please come inside," she finally said as they all hugged her. then looking back toward the cars she saw two still in the backseat of Georges car. "Who else is here?" "Sally and Stephanie," answered George. "Buster, show them inside please," she started walking down the steps as sally opened the door and stepped out. Everyone watched as Annie wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you, you were right. I couldn't have lived with myself if," sally touched her fingers to her lips. "All in the past. Now we have to live for Today and hope that tomorrow is brighter." At the top of her steps she turned and waved to her neighbors motioning them to come over. She finally realized that she did have a family of sorts. It was long after they'd all eaten. After the Morris' had left for home that she sat talking quietly with the others like a real family, something she'd never had before. Martha wandered through the cabin looking at everything, blank places on the walls marked where pictures had been removed. Still there were pictures of Marta and Jeanie, and Martha suspected those missing contained Annie's father. But she didn't pry, she knew how hard it was for the older woman to live with. She stood next to a little work table littered with spools of thread. Feathers and fish hooks. There were two pointed vises mounted to the edge near stools. She stood looking at the table and the beautiful fishing flies all lined up in plastic boxes. then next to the table sat three boxes taped up to be sent in the mail. Reaching out, Martha caressed a partially finished fly in one of the vices. It was so pretty, so elegant. She hadn't realized that the conversation had stopped. Then Annie was next to her. as she sat down on a stool she patted the one at the empty vise, and Martha sat down. Alicia Frost sat and watched her daughter bonding with the woman who had both saved her life and survived a longer ordeal than her daughter. Nothing was said as she stood up and went to the work bench. Soon Annie was teaching them both to tie flies. And then George heard it for the first time since before she was abducted. Martha giggled happily. Not just Martha but Alicia and Annie as well were giggling. "I think they're going to be alright," announced Sally. "Hey, Uncle George, Annie wants to know if we can stay the weekend?" "Please?" asked Annie. "I want to teach you all to fly fish. Please?"