Jodi

I am a fixer. That’s what I do. I am a middle man that arranges things for my clients.

Over the years I have fixed it for many girls to simply disappear. The youngest was a newborn. The oldest, so far, has been nineteen.

Sometimes I get specifics, sometimes a photograph, but most of the time, I am given just general descriptions. The ones I get photographs of are harder, but I have not yet failed. The last one was a sixteen year old, who I kidnapped on her way home from school. The chloroform on the rag made short work of getting her, having met her at the corner of an alley. I don’t think she realised what had hit her until it was too late.

What she was doing now, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I did was capture them, and get them to the  quayside for transportation. Where they were shipped to was of no concern to me. Nor was what happened to them when they got to where they were going.

Sometimes I was given the instruction that they should not arrive at their destination still virginal. This had always been the hard part for me. It wasn’t so bad with the over sixteens, but the younger ones were different. But I was being well paid to do what I did, and if a thirteen year old was not to be a virgin, she wasn’t.

It wasn’t as if I got any personal satisfaction from fucking young girls, I didn’t , but it was a part of my job, and I always took it seriously.

But now, it was different. This one was not only specific, the photograph was clear and could not be mistaken. They wanted Jodi.

Jodi was my own daughter. Okay. I wasn’t really a family man. The marriage and the family were really a cover for what I really did. But this time, they wanted Jodi. And I didn’t know what to do.

I read the instructions carefully.

“We want this specific girl. She is to be used before she arrives with us. She will be trained as a slave. You will do this and get her ready to be transported”

That was it. Not only had I to find a way to kidnap my own daughter, I was also being told to fuck her.

I knew that if I refused, they would have a secondary team ready to do the job. Once a target was  issued, there was no escape. If I didn’t arrange this myself, someone else would. Either way, Jodi was going to disappear within five days. She was due to be shipped out on the Saturday.

My problem was getting Jodi alone long enough to actually make her disappear. I couldn’t to it in the home, unless my wife was out, and that rarely happened. She didn’t work, and spent most of the time in front of the television watching the soaps and daytime shows.

So it would have to be somewhere away from the house, and that left only two places. On her way home from school, or the library, where Jodi seemed to spend a lot of time.

In the end, I chose to take her on her way home from school. As she walked home, there was a  piece of ground she would have to walk through, shielded by trees on both sides. It had to be there. And it would have to be fast, before anyone else came along and saw me picking her up- and carrying her off.

Actually getting her was going to be the easy part. The tranquilliser dart would knock her pout in seconds. It was getting her away without being seen that would be the hard part.

I had just three days, then two to get her ready to transport. In itself, that was not a problem. But the mission statement had said she was to be abused before transportation. This meant that she would, perhaps, end up in a brothel somewhere, and they didn’t want a virgin on their hands. This would mean fucking my own daughter, something I was seriously not looking forward to. Even though she would have no-one to complain to, I still didn’t really want to do it.

Fucking young girls was not normally a problem. I had taken the virginity of a good many because the orders requested it. Not had I ever pulled out when I came. But Jodi was different. She was my own kid.

But I also knew I had no choice in the matter. Either I completed the job, or my reputation could be ruined in a heartbeat, and I had spent too many years building it up to lose it over a fourteen year old girl, even if she was my own flesh and blood. I could always play the angry father, complaining to the police who were failing in their duty when they didn’t find her.

Knowing I had no choice, I readied the holding room, in the basement of  an old abandoned factory some miles from home. This had served me well over the years. It was out of town by some distance, and screams would not be heard. And some girls did scream, especially when I fucked them for the first time.

I had no doubt Jodi would scream. Not only because she was being fucked, against her wishes, but because her own father was doing it. But resistance would be futile. I always made sure they were secure before I fucked them, and afterwards, I knocked them out again, and kept them that way until they were shipped out.

I guess I could have kept them unconscious even as I fucked them, but, if I was honest with myself, I actually liked hearing them scream. The youngest had been eleven, the oldest had been seventeen. Though I think the older one had been fucked before, as she didn’t scream the same as the others did. It wasn’t pain, it was more anger at being used.

I eventually chose Thursday to kidnap Jodi. I had told my wife I had an out of town meeting, and had given her the hotel name where I would be staying. The first two night she had rang me, and the hotel operator had put her through to my room, so she would obviously believe I was at the hotel.

Using a clever piece of equipment I had acquired from one of my clients, I fixed it to my hotel room phone. When the operator now rang my room, the call would be redirected to my own mobile telephone, and no-one would be any the wiser. When my wife rang the hotel, and asked them to put her through, I would still be able to answer her, so she would still be convinced I was at the hotel.

The light was already fading as I lay on wait for Jodi. She was a fearless girl, and even though it would be dark by the time she got to the target area, she would not be fazed by it. I saw her through the night site connected to my air rifle. She was walking across the dark area without a care in the world.

Dressed all in black, and hidden in the trees, she could not see me, as I took careful aim with the rifle. I judged the distance, and pulled the trigger. Less than a second later, her hand flew to her neck. I had hit her perfectly. Even before she could feel the dart in her neck, I could see her knees bending, as she slowly sank to the grass. The fast acting tranquilliser had done it’s trick beautifully.

As it was dark, and there was no-one else around, I could quickly sprint over to where she lay, and pick her up. She only weighed nine stone, and was quite easy to carry. The car was also hidden in darkness, and I had her in the boot unseen.

The hardest part was done. Now she could say goodbye to her life as she knew it, to her mother, and to me. Though she and I would get a lot more intimate before she finally did say goodbye to me as well.

Avoiding getting a ticket, I drove to the factory, and carried the still unconscious girl down to the basement. It would be at least another hour before she awoke, and by then, she would be helpless, and vulnerable.

At the factory I carried her down to the basement. It wasn’t until I lay her on the floor that I realised that this would be the first time I would be seeing my own daughter naked. I had seen her running from bathroom to bedroom several times, with a large towel wrapped around her, but not naked since she was about two years old. But now she was a developing young woman. Her mother had already being buying bras for her for two years, even though I didn’t know what size they were. I also knew her mother had been buying tampons for about the same amount of time, so our little daughter had reached puberty.

I lay her on the floor and began to undress her. First the shoes, the trainers that had cost me so much a few weeks ago for her birthday. I didn’t know whether I was surprised or not to see she wore no socks. I thought all kids wore socks, but apparently, not.

It was then a choice. Her top, or her jeans. Either would reveal a part of her underwear. I knew it was only because it was Jodi that I was acting this way. Had it been anyone else, I would have stripped them without giving a thought to it. But I was still having problems getting past the fact that she was my own daughter. I also knew, that I could not go back on what I was doing, now. The drug would wear off in less than half an hour, and I had to get her secured by then, even if I didn’t fuck her that night.

I had to stop looking at her as my daughter, and start looking at her as just another victim, and there had been many of them in the past, and Jodi would not be the last.

Bending down I unfastened her belt buckle and the top button of her jeans, moments later, they were unzipped, and I had started pulling them down her legs.  Her shoes came off at the same time as her jeans, leaving her lying wearing only a pair of flimsy pants. What girls chose to wear was beyond me. They actually hid very little, the dark hair of her pubes clearly visible through the thin material.

Moving up her body I soon had her tope off, and rolling her over, I unfastened the bra. At the same time I pulled the knife from my pocket, and slit the waistband to her knickers. When I rolled her over onto her back again, the bra stayed on the floor where she had lain, and her knickers came away in my hand.

I had to admit, for a fourteen year old, she was quite well built. Her tits were still developing, but were still quite large, the dark area around her nipple not yet as dark as it would eventually get.

She had a slim waist, rounded hips and thighs that would always invite someone to the promised land between her legs. It would be inviting me soon enough,  but first I had to secure her to the cross.

The cross itself was a large X, tightly screwed onto the table. Once secured on this, they could not get free. I lifted Jodi from the floor and lay her on the table. Opening her arms and legs to match the shape of the cross.

I started at her wrists, then her elbows and finally her upper arms. Using cable ties to hold her arms in place. Though they would not cut off her circulation, they were certainly too tight for her to get herself free. Moving to her legs, I cable tied her ankles, her knees and her upper thighs the same way.  Now, spread eagle, and held securely, I could see her more clearly.

Her open legs showed the youth of her pussy lips, still very pink, and, I guessed, as yet unused. That would change soon. But not right at that moment. The last thing I added was the gag. It wouldn’t fill her mouth totally, but it would sure impede any screams she tried. In truth, it was an invitation to scream, as I always loved to hear it when I fucked them. Especially if they were virgins.

Checking the cable ties one last time, I left Jodi alone, and walked back to the car. With any luck I would be back in my hotel before my wife rang to tell me Jodi had not come home from school.

I made it with less than ten minutes to spare. I made sure the receptionist saw me entering the bar for a drink. She would not put the call through to the room, she would send a porter to get me from the bar, adding authenticity to the alibi of having been at the hotel all day.

My wife was frantic, reminding me that Jodi had never stayed out after school without telling either one of us. I told her to stop worrying. Maybe she got sidetracked by a friend or something, and she would be home later.

In the end, I managed to pacify her, but I knew it would only be temporary. When Jodi still didn’t make it home, my wife would insist on calling the police, and dragging me back home. This was the reason I had not stayed and fucked Jodi already. I needed to be at the hotel when she rang later in the evening.

The call came around ten that night. I listened to her screaming down the phone, saying she was going to call the police, and yelling at me to get home. I made sure someone in the hotel heard me saying I would be home soon, I would book out as soon as she hung up.

I left the cart at the hotel and caught a taxi, for several reasons. First was to give me an excuse to get out of the house the following day, secondly because I had been drinking and didn’t want to be stopped on the way home, and thirdly so that my car would be nowhere near home in case the police decided to be nosey.

I got home just before midnight, and there were two police cars parked outside. My wife was in hysterics, and I could hear w woman police officer trying to calm her down.

A police sergeant asked who I was as I entered, and nodded when he realised I was the girl’s father.

As I had known, there was nothing the police could really do, other than check with her friends to see if anyone had seen her. Obviously, there would be patrols looking for her, but they were relentless in their idea that she had stayed with a friend, and would be back the next day.

My wife didn’t believe them, and I already knew they were wrong, but I nodded my head and agreed with them.

A doctor appeared from somewhere and gave my wife a sleeping pill, and by around one in the morning, they had all gone.

I poured myself a drink, and sat down looking over at my wife. I could see her eyes were already getting heavy, so I promised her I would go out early morning, and see if I could find Jodi. There was nothing I could have done at that time of the day, but I would get up early and go out.

She eventually fell asleep on the sofa, so I grabbed a cover from the bedroom and placed it over her.

I would definitely go out early morning, though looking for Jodi was not my intention. I knew she would already be awake by now. I had watched many girls waken up on the cross. It was a joy to behold as they slowly realised what had happened to them, and then tried hard to free themselves. Invariably, they didn’t start screaming until they saw me, and I usually sat in the shadows watching the spectacle.

Jodi would be on her own, though, and even more confused than the other girls had ever been. At least they had known pretty soon who had kidnapped them, and what was going to happen. Most of the time, by the time they were awake enough to know what was happening, I was between their legs and ready to fuck them. But not so with Jodi. She would have been alone all night.

I took a taxi back to the hotel, paid my bill, and drove to where Jodi was waiting for me.

She was awake when I arrived. Even as I entered the cellar I knew she was awake. I hadn’t heard anything from up the stairs, but as I entered I could hear her groaning through the gag. I looked at the cable ties, and I could see on her arms and legs that she had been pulling at them, the marks hadn’t broken flesh, but she would have a few bruises. The cable ties themselves had held wonderfully.

As she heard me enter the cellar she looked over at me, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. She obviously thought I had been looking for her, and was about to rescue her.

Instead, I stood to one side and let her watch me as I undressed. I could see the confusion in her eyes, and hear the moans from behind the gag. Even then I wasn’t sure she knew what was coming, until I moved and stood, naked, between her legs.

Herr head shook from side to side when she realised what was about to happen, and the groans from behind the gag seemed to get louder, and more aggressive.

I felt my cock get hard as I stroked it. The girl on the cross was no longer my daughter, she was simply one more victim I was being well paid to provide. I stepped closer so she could feel the heat of my body on hers, as I saw her pulling hard at her arms and legs, in vain. The cable ties would not release her.

This is when I discovered that our innocent daughter was not actually a virgin. I pressed the head of my cock towards her pussy, and felt the head slide in. I moved slowly at first, expecting to feel the hymen trying to stop me. But it wasn’t there. I pressed deeper, and eventually my whole cock was inside her, and still no obstruction.

I don’t know why this angered me, but it did. How could our daughter have done this to us, we didn’t even know she had a boyfriend.

Driven by anger I pulled my cock almost out, and then rammed it hard and fast back into her. Now, she really was just another victim. I fucked her as hard as I could, felling her struggle to get free, and away from me. The groans were replaced by heavy sobbing, as I drove my cock hard and fast at her. Any thoughts that I would pull out before it was too late, had gone from my head, and I knew she would get it deep inside her pussy.

I could feel my heart beating faster as I came closer to the end. My hands were gripping her hips, as I rammed as hard as I could into her.

With a groan, I drove as deep as IU could, feeling my cock pulsate, as my juices flooded into Jodi, filling her pussy with them. Her whole body was wracked with sobbing, as she realised I had just cum inside her. I didn’t care what she was thinking. In a short time she would be out of my hands. I had planned on waiting until the Saturday to deliver her, but she could go that day instead.

Even as I pulled out from her I was still angry that Jodi had not been a virgin. Not so much that I wanted her virginity, but that she had gone with a boy behind our backs.

I wiped my cock clean on the inside of her thigh, as if to show her the distain I felt for her. Had she not been gagged, I would have forced her to clean it with her mouth.

I picked up my clothes and dressed, taking the phone from my pocket and calling my client.

“Hi.. The package is ready, and used. Any instructions?”

As usual. I was told someone would be over to pick her up later in the day. Even though it as a day early, once I told them she was ready, they came and picked them up. Once the girl was in their hands, she would simply disappear. I never asked where. What I didn’t know didn’t hurt me.

I left her secured to the cross. My client’s men would release her when they arrived. My own part in this deal was now done, and I could go home and act like the worried parent who’s young, innocent, daughter had gone missing.

I smiled as I left the cellar. Actually, Jodi had been a good fuck.

And soon, maybe even the next week, there would be another girl, another set of worried parents, another police hunt that would never produce results.