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The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. Please do not try this at home.
It was a dark and stormy night but that was no excuse. The wind was blowing from the north, which was the direction I was trying to walk through the driving rain. I had my head down behind an oversized umbrella and wasn't watching where I was going. As a result, I ran head long into someone. I hit them with such force that they fell to the pavement.
I stopped and looked down to see who it was I had knocked down. There, in a puddle of muddy water was a little girl of about nine. She was crying and making no attempt to get up. I could see much of her little body since all she was wearing was a very thin summer dress. The way it clung to her body I could see that really was all she was wearing. There were little bumps where her tits would be when and if she grew up and the dress had been pulled up by the fall so her puffy little pussy was also on display. Her body was covered in tiny goose pimples from the cold and she was shivering so hard it was enough to make whip cream out of milk.
I stood over her, shielding us both with my umbrella and reached down to help her up. She cowered as if terribly afraid of what I might do. I crouched down so she could see me better and tried to calm her.
"It's alright little one. I won't hurt you. I just want to help you up. I'm sorry I knocked you down. Are you hurt? Should I call for an ambulance or the police?"
The look of fear on her face got worse. It seems I had scared her even more instead of calming her fears. She began pleading.
"No sir. Please don't call the police, Mister. Please? They'll send me back. Oh, please, sir. I'll do anything you say but, please, don't let them send me back."
I looked more closely at her face and body. I was angered by what I saw. She was covered in bruises. Her lips were swollen and her nose had been bleeding but had stopped. This poor girl had been beaten badly, but that wasn't the reason she was crying.
"It's alright. I won't call anyone. I promise not to hurt you but we must get you up out of that puddle. Can you stand up?"
She tried to stand with my help but her legs gave out and she sat back down with another splash. That made my mind up for me. There was no way I could leave her there and I had just made a promise to her. That left only one thing to do. I took her hands and wrapped them around the handle of the umbrella and leaned the shaft on my shoulder so it still covered us both.
"You hold on as tight as you can so we don't lose this. Okay?"
Her hands tightened on it as she nodded her head. I slipped my hands under her legs and around her back under her arms. I lifted her up and found she was very light. She leaned against my chest as I held her and started walking again. It was slow going but she was no burden and my house was only a block away. After one close call where we almost lost my umbrella, we made it to my house.
I let her legs down so her feet touched the porch as I fumbled for my keys. I still had to support her with one arm as she still was very unsteady on her feet. I opened the door and picked her up again. I walked in and slammed the door with my foot. She jumped at the loud noise it made. I hugged her a little closer and tried to calm her.
We were both dripping water all over the floor. I put the girl down on a wooden chair that was by the door and started to remove my coat and boots. She watched me closely, still showing signs of fear, with wide eyes, her shivering body leaning toward the door and tensed to bolt at the slightest provocation. I spoke to her as I finished removing my wet coat.
"What's your name little one?'
"Well Cheryl, my name is Sam. You are very wet and cold and need to get out of those wet clothes and dried off. Will you trust me not to hurt you and let me take care of you?"
She looked at me as she gave my question some thought. After half a minute, she responded, but with some fear still apparent.
I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom. Her body trembled as she saw where we were. With her still in my arms I reached into the closet and retrieved a large bath towel. I managed to spread it on the bed and then placed her on it very gently. Her eyes grew wide again. Tears resumed flowing as she bit her quivering lower lip and waited to see what I was going to do.
"I promised you I wouldn't hurt you and I meant that Cheryl. You can trust me. I know you're frightened but you really need to get that dress and those shoes and socks off so we can get you warmed up. Can you do it yourself or would you let me help?"
Again the pause as she considered. Then her arms fell away from her chest, where she had been covering her developing breasts, and she relaxed a little.
"I..I don't think I can, Mister. Could..could you help me? But please don't hurt me. Please?"
I was touched by the fear and the damage that had been done to this girl. I knew I'd have to find out about it later but that wasn't the time.
"Sure," I said, giving her my impression of a gentle smile to help calm her. "And my name's Sam, remember? If I'm going to be your friend, you should call me by my name. Okay?"
She nodded, but she didn't relax noticeably.
I bent down and removed her ratty old tennis shoes and the white socks that were under them. The socks had holes in them and were more grey than white. That left only her dress. I carefully rolled her over and unbuttoned the back. Then I got another towel and draped it over her so she was covered. I had seen all she had already but it was the idea of being naked that I wanted to avoid.
"Hold the edge of the towel under your chin while I slip your dress off."
Her tension seemed to ease as she saw I was going to keep her covered. She grasped the edge of the large towel and held it tightly under her chin. I reached under it and slipped her dress down off her shoulders. She let go with one hand at a time so I could get the dress off her arms and then down her body. When I reached her hips she raised them and the dress came off. She was still shaking under the towel. I held the dress up and examined it. It was a mess and threadbare to boot. I threw it in my wastebasket. Her eyes grew wider as she saw what I had done with her only piece of clothing. She looked as if she were about to say something, but instead sucked in her lower lip and bit it. Tears began puddling in her eyes.
"It's not worth saving. I'll get you something else to wear for now and something new later. Now you just wait right there and I'll be right back. Okay?"
I went into the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. She needed to get clean and to warm up quickly and I thought a good hot bath was the best bet to accomplish that. When the tub was filled enough I returned to the bedroom.
"Now Cheryl, we need to do three things. First we need to check and see how badly you're hurt. That means I need to look at your body. I know that scares you but I've already seen it when you fell and I'll try to keep you covered as much as I can. Then we need to get you clean and warmed up. The last two can be done together by a nice hot bath which is waiting for you now. How does that sound?"
"I..I guess it's okay, S..Sam. But you promised not to hurt me remember? You promised."
I started at her head, examining her scalp and face and ears and nose. It looked as if there were no breaks or wounds that needed attention. Her nose was tender but not broken and her ears showed no sign of bleeding. I had her open her mouth and saw no missing teeth other than those normally missing for her age. I continued downward, checking her arms and hands. There were dark bruises on her upper arms as if she had been held by large hands. Her lower arms were also bruised but more as if hit by something.
I left her body for a moment and examined her legs the way I had her arms. Her feet looked uninjured but her ankles were chafed as if from being bound. Her thighs were bruised badly all around. I wondered how far up that went but hesitated for a moment. I decided to go to her chest and back first. I rolled her over again and looked at her back. It was covered with red welts and what looked like scars from old beatings. I let her roll back onto her back again and took hold of the edge of the towel.
"You've been hurt a lot Cheryl. If I'm going to help you I need to know just how badly. Will you let me look under the towel now? Please?"
She looked a little less frightened but still hesitated for a moment before nodding her head.
"Yes sir. I guess it's okay," she whispered so faintly I barely heard her.
I pulled the towel down to reveal her shoulders and upper chest. More bruises but not as severe and nothing needing treatment. I pulled the towel down a little more, uncovering her breasts. They were no more than slight bumps on her chest but the nipples were standing up like erasers at the top of each breast. I thought that was strange for one so young. Then I looked closely and saw why. They were swollen from being clamped. I could see the teeth marks of the clamps that had crushed her nipples. My anger was boiling as I continued.
I replaced the towel over her breasts and moved down to the bottom edge. I took hold of it and raised it up along her thighs slowly allowing her pussy and hips to be seen. Her hips showed signs of abuse and her pussy was a mess. The labia were swollen and bruised. There was dry blood caked around them and in between them. But there was no sign of new blood so I didn't go any further at that time. I rolled her over again and looked at her little ass cheeks. They were also bruised badly with what looked like hand prints and also long slim marks. She had obviously been beaten there as well.
I made a mental note to find out who had done this and punish them some how. I would see that they suffered if it was in my power. If nothing else I would kill them. There was no excuse for the way this child had been treated. I made up my mind right then and there that I'd do all I could to protect this girl from further harm.
"It doesn't look like you need any medical attention right this minute, so what do you say we get you in that tub while the water is still hot?"
She appeared to be blushing as she nodded her head. She surprised me by holding out her arms as if asking to be picked up. It looked like she was getting to trust me. I let the towel fall as I picked her up and carried her to the tub. I let her foot dangle in the water first to test it for temperature. She splashed it a little and then nodded again, letting me know it was okay. I leaned over and let her slip into the water.
Cheryl smiled for the first time as the water flowed around her bruised and battered little body. She sighed as the heat seemed to comfort her. I took my arms away and let her settle down with her head on the end of the tub. I sat on the toilet and just watched for a while. I could almost see each muscle relax as the hot water did it's job. I let her soak for a while and then decided it was time for her to wash. I reached for a fresh wash cloth and a bar of soap. I held them out to her.
"Here you go sweety. Time to wash now."
She looked at me and then at the offered items but made no move to accept them. Her eyes looked down and I could see her blushing as she spoke.
"Could..would you like to wash me? It's okay if you would. I can't reach all over any way."
I could see it was embarrassing her and yet she seemed to want it. I saw no reason to make it into a big deal so I soaped up the wash cloth and started to wash her. I began with her hands getting in between her fingers and making sure each one was clean. I tried to be gentle so as not to hurt her where she was bruised. I moved up one arm and across her shoulders to the other arm. When I had finished with her arms and shoulders I pulled her forward and softly washed her back. None of the welts showed a break in the skin but she was very tender.
After her back was clean I let her lay back again and I moved to her chest. I tried to be as tender as possible with her titties but even so she gasped when I touched them. I was sure it was from the pain. I went down her tummy and cleaned her navel next. Then it was down to her feet. I was thorough with them too and went up each leg in turn. Finally it was time for the parts that were under water and I had her stand.
She was still a little shaky but was okay once she put a hand on my shoulder for support. I cleaned her little ass cheeks first and then pulled them apart to get at her anus. I found signs I had missed before of the abuse she had suffered. I could only guess that she had been buggered. I gently cleaned off all signs of blood and semen then turned her around so I could clean her pussy. Again it was necessary to be gentle as there had been a good deal of trauma there as well. I washed the outside of her labia and then gently pulled them apart. I had rinsed the cloth so it was not soapy and washed her carefully. It took some time to get all the crud off her inner lips and from around her vaginal opening.
At last she was clean. I noticed the dirt and grime and even signs of blood in the water. I let it drain out and then took the flexible shower nozzle and rinsed her off. She was pink and clean like any little girl after a bath except for the marks of her abuse. I wrapped her in a warm towel and stood her on the bath mat. I dried her off by patting instead of rubbing and when I was done I took her in my arms again and carried her back to the bed.
As I set her down on the bed I looked at her battered body and came to a decision. She needed to be examined by a doctor and I knew just who to call. My friend Jack was a family doctor and more importantly, he owed me a very big favor.
I went to my dresser and got a clean tee shirt. It was one I'd gotten a long time ago that had a picture of a horse on it. It was old enough to be nice and soft. I took it over to the bed and handed it to Cheryl.
"You put this on. It can be your night gown. Tomorrow I'll get you some new things to wear but this will be enough for now."
Her eyes went wide, but this time with joy instead of fear. I heard her tiny voice reply as she looked at the shirt.
"I like horses a lot. Thank you, Sam."
"If you like it that much, you can keep it. Now you put it on while I go make a phone call."
I saw the look of panic spread over her face as she heard what I said.
"There's nothing to be afraid of dear. I'm calling an old friend of mine. Nobody will know you're here but us and he won't tell. I promised you and I keep my promises."
She relaxed a little and I left her there while I went to make the call. Jack picked up on the first ring.
"Hi Jack. It's Sam."
"Hi Sam. What can I do for you?"
"I know it's a hell of a night out but I need that favor you owe me. Could you come over right away?"
"Sure. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Will I need my bag?"
"Yes. Your patient will be a girl about nine years old. And Jack, this is totally off the record. Nobody else is to know. I'll explain when you get here."
"You're the boss Sam. See you in twenty."
I hung up the phone and went back to Cheryl. I was confident that Jack would keep quiet. I had saved his ass a few years before and kept it quiet. He would now return the favor with no questions.
I found Cheryl still on top of the covers but with her new nightgown on. She wore something else too. The beginnings of a little smile. Her eyes looked less frightened too. I was going to see to it she smiled a lot more. I told her the doctor was on his way and that I'd sit with her until he came.
"While we wait Cheryl can you tell me who did this to you?"
I could see she didn't want to but after thinking for a bit she answered in a soft voice.
"My step daddy."
"What about your mommy? Did she know about this?"
She shook her head and sniffed. "She died and left me with him."
"Did he tell you why he beat you like this?"
She looked at her hands in her lap, unable to face me. Her voice quivered as she said, "He wanted me to do things that I didn't want to do. My mommy said I didn't have to do that with anyone unless I wanted to. But he was dirty and drunk all the time and I didn't want him to touch me."
I let it go at that for the time being. I'd get more details later but she needed to get to trust me more.
"Will you tell me the rest of your name Cheryl?"
"It's Cheryl Marie Anderson."
"And how old are you?"
"Nine and three quarters. I'll be ten soon."
"And where do you go to school?"
"He moved us here when Mommy died. That was a couple of months ago. He won't let me go to school now."
I asked her more about where they had lived before and the name of her school. I'd need to get her records and see that she started back in school here. But that was for later. We talked a little more and then the door bell rang. She jumped when she heard it but I told her it was okay and I went to let Jack in.
While Jack took off his coat and hat and stomped some water off his feet on my rug, I filled him in on what had happened so far and what I'd seen when I examined Cheryl. His face clouded as I spoke and I could see he was as angry as I was.
"I made a promise to her Jack. I promised nobody would know she's here. Until she tells me it's okay that will be the way it stays. I'll expect you to keep this totally secret and off the books. And before you say anything about the bastard that did it to her, I'll promise you that I'll see him punished if I have to do it personally. And you know I keep my promises."
"Yes I do Sam. I'll do as you ask. If I need any medicine or supplies I'll cover it with a false name and address. No sweat my friend. Her secret will be safe with me. Now let's go have a look at her."
Jack is a kindly looking older man and when I introduced him to Cheryl they took to one another like old friends. I left him alone with her and went to make up the bed in my guest room. When I finished I went out and sat down in the living room to wait. It was about half an hour before Jack came out.
"It's not as bad as it looks Sam. She needs a few things but in no time at all she should be back to looking like a healthy little girl should. Right now there is one thing I need to do that you missed when you cleaned her up. Do you have one of those big turkey basters that looks like a syringe?"
"Sure. But what the hell do you need that for?"
"I need to wash out her vagina. There's a lot of crap in there that could cause problems if it isn't cleaned out. You were right you know. She has been raped in all three orifices. Her anus looks battered but okay and her vagina is bruised but mostly just dirty. She was a virgin until just a few hours ago. Now get me that baster, and some vinegar, too."
I did as he asked and took it in to him. He asked Cheryl if she wanted me to leave or stay and help. She asked me to stay. We took her into the bath room again and Jack had me hold her over the toilet while he flushed her pussy with warm water and vinegar. It took several times before the water came out clear. I held her close the whole time and when it was over I patted her dry and took her back to the bed.
Jack told me that should be enough for the time being. He wanted to check her again the next day and would bring some medication for her then. For the time being he ordered rest and if she experienced any pain then a heating pad should help. He gave her a mild sedative and then left.
I sat down on the bed next to Cheryl and told her I'd fixed up the guest room for her. I said it could be her own room for as long as she stayed with me. The look of fear returned and she took hold of my arm and held it tightly.
"It's okay sweetheart. You'll see. It's a nice room right next to this one. If you need me in the night just call out and I'll come. Okay?"
She didn't look too sure but nodded. I picked her up and carried her into what would be her room. I put her in the bed and pulled the covers over her. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled a little and I said good night. She repeated it and snuggled down in the bed. I turned out the light as I went out but left the door open. She could close it when ever she wanted to but I was sure she would feel better with it open her first night.
It was getting late so I cleaned up the bathroom and my bedroom and got ready for bed. I normally slept in the nude since I lived alone but I thought I had better wear my shorts in case she needed me in the middle of the night. I slipped into bed and turned out the light. I thought a lot about the asshole who needed to be punished for what he had done to that little girl. I went to sleep imagining the pain I could inflict on him.
I don't know what time it was but in the middle of the night I was awakened by a little hand shaking my shoulder. It startled me at first until I realized it was Cheryl.
"What is it Cheryl? Do you need something?"
"I..I'm s..s..scared. Can I sleep with you please?"
I didn't waste any time thinking about propriety. I just lifted the covers and let her slip in next to me. I moved over so she had room without touching me and said good night again. I listened to her breathing for a while and when I was sure she had gone to sleep, I let my eyes close and I drifted off as well.
I guess this would be a good place to tell you a little about myself. My name is Sam Knight. At the time of this case I was forty years old. I'm an ex-cop. I had left the force about a year earlier after fifteen years. I left after I clocked a Deputy Chief. I had a good reason. He was another asshole. Most of my buddies agreed with me but the command structure couldn't allow it to go unpunished so they let me quit. I withdrew all my retirement funds and with that and my savings I started a security company. With my experience and connections it was a good idea and the company took off right from the start. I was doing very well financially and was still doing the same kind of work I liked.
I was about 190 pounds and six two and in good shape in those days. I worked out a lot and had a lot of experience in hand to hand combat. No black belt or anything but I was dangerous when pissed.
It was during my years as a cop that I helped Jack out. It was off the books and he really was grateful for what I'd done. That was how I knew he could be trusted.
I woke up the next morning to find I was being clutched by a warm body. Cheryl had rolled over next to me and wrapped herself around me. Her arms were around my chest and her leg was over mine and resting on my cock with her pussy against my leg. What with it being morning and me being a normal male, I thought it would be a good idea to get the hell out of there before she woke up and got scared by the very large bulge in my shorts.
I managed to slip out of bed without waking her up and went to take a piss. I was feeling much better after that. You know, the pause that refreshes. I looked back in the bedroom and saw she was still sleeping so I went ahead and shaved and showered to get ready for my day. As I was doing that I thought about what I should do with Cheryl. I didn't feel right leaving her alone and I couldn't take her to work without questions being asked. I was still not sure when I finished my preparations and went in to get dressed.
I thought she was still sleeping so I just went in wearing a towel which I dropped when I started to put on my boxers. At that point I heard a gasp from the bed. I turned to see Cheryl with eyes wide staring at my cock. I turned away and finished pulling up my boxers.
"I'm sorry Cheryl. I thought you were asleep. I should have gotten dressed in the other room."
"It's okay. I've seen naked men before, just not so big."
I admit it sounded nice but she was a little girl and had the wrong idea about what is big when you're talking about cocks. I was more like average but I let her think big. It made me feel good. Flattery does a man good sometimes.
I finished dressing and then gave some thought to what she could wear. I got an old dress shirt out and a scarf and my old fuzzy slippers. I even found an old pair of panties that had been left by a lady friend. I took it all to the bed and prepared to get her dressed.
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"I still hurt in some places but not too bad."
As she said that she lifted the covers off and got out of bed. As she did, I could see all the bruises and marks on her body. I decided I needed to get some pictures for the record. I went to the closet and got my Polaroid. I went back to the bed and saw her looking at me with questioning eyes. I explained what I was going to do and asked her if she minded showing me all her injuries. She thought about it for a minute and then slipped the tee shirt off. I looked at her standing there naked and almost wanted to cry.
I had her stand still while I took pictures of all her bruises and marks. At the end I asked her to let me take one picture of her pussy. We were both embarrassed but I thought it was necessary. Once I had the pictures I dressed her. The panties were too big but I used a safety pin to hold them up. The shirt made a good temporary dress with the scarf as a belt around her middle to keep it in place. Her feet were lost in my slippers but she giggled and slid around in them as she walked without lifting her feet.
I took her down to the kitchen and made breakfast. I hadn't even thought about her being hungry the night before. I'd eaten before I found her and it slipped my mind. She was famished. She ate a very big breakfast of eggs and potatoes and bacon and toast and milk and orange juice. When she finished she burped loudly. At first she looked at me in fear but when she saw my smile she giggled and burped again. We both laughed then. It was really good to hear her laugh.
After we ate I called my office and spoke to my secretary Grace. I told her to have my second in command handle things for the day as I would be out of the office all day. Then I asked her if she would come see me at home after lunch. We were good friends and she agreed without question. I had decided to get her to help with the shopping duties. I thanked her and hung up.
I no sooner got the phone put down and it rang. I picked it up and it was Jack. He was on his way to the hospital and wanted to stop by to see Cheryl on the way. I agreed and told him we would be waiting for him.
While I waited for Jack, I cleaned up the breakfast dishes. Cheryl sat at the table and watched me. I took the chance to ask her more about herself. I alternated questions about what she liked in movies and music with those about how her mother died and where she had lived before they moved here. I stored her answers in my head for later transcription. I intended to keep a record of all the facts in this case just as I would in a police investigation. Old habits are hard to break.
Jack arrived and took Cheryl back to the bedroom to examine her. When he was finished he brought her back out and sat down for a minute to talk about her condition. Basically he said she was not too badly damaged and seemed to be recovering nicely. He gave me some cream he had brought that would aid in the healing of her skin. He advised me on how I should watch her and what to do if she had problems. He also gave me some medication to give her.
"This is just a precaution Sam. But she has undergone some very rough treatment and I want to make sure there is no infection. These antibiotics will do that. If there is any problem you call me at once and I'll come right over. Okay?"
I promised I would do as he instructed and would call if we needed him. He promised to check back in a couple of days just to be sure. He was about to leave when Cheryl stopped him and pulled him down to her level. She planted a nice kiss on his cheek and thanked him for helping. I thought he was going to cry for a minute but he held on and said good bye.
"I like him. He's a very nice man."
"Yes he is. And a good friend too. If you ever need to talk or if you don't feel well and I'm not around you can call him and he'll help you. His number is in this book under Jack." I showed her my address book by the phone.
I turned on the TV and let her watch cartoons while I made some calls and did some work on my computer. I started a file on her with the information I had so far and then I scanned the pictures I'd taken of her and added them to the file. Then just to be safe I burned the originals. I didn't want them falling into the wrong hands. My computer was protected by passwords and all kinds of security programs a friend had installed. There was no way anyone could get into it short of the FBI Lab tearing it apart. Even that might not work.
I stopped work at noon and we had a light lunch of sandwiches and milk. Then I remembered that I had some blackberry pie in the fridge and served it for dessert. Her eyes lit up and she dug in as if she was starved again. When I asked her if she was really that hungry she said no. It was just that she never had pie like that before. I made a mental note to get some goodies while I was out later.
When I heard the door bell ring I had Cheryl go into the bedroom. I told her to be quiet until I called her. She promised not to make any noise and when she was gone I answered the door. It was Grace as I expected. I invited her in and when she was sitting down I asked her a silly question. It was silly because if she was the kind to answer "no" she wouldn't have been working for me. I knew I could trust my staff but I asked to give her the chance to keep out of things.
"Grace, I'm in a situation here. It is outside the usual kind of thing we get involved in and I want your help. If you are not ready to help and keep it quiet just say so and we stop right here."
"Can you give me a hint Sam?"
"It involves the welfare of a little girl."
"I'm in and will never say a word without your say so."
I thanked her and told her the story. Her face told me what she thought. I called for Cheryl to come out and join us. When she came in I introduced them and told her that Grace was a friend and could be trusted. She could tell Grace anything she wanted to and it would be kept secret. Then I thought of something.
"Cheryl, if you ever need to talk to someone about girl's things that you don't feel right talking to me about you can call Grace and she'll help you. Her number is in the same book as Jack's under office and her home number is under Grace. Okay?"
They both nodded their agreement. Then just to make sure Grace understood what we were dealing with I took her over to the computer. I made sure Cheryl was watching TV and then opened her file. I showed Grace the pictures and she dashed out of the room with her hand over her mouth. I closed the file and went to check on her. She was standing in front of the sink splashing water on her face.
"I'm sorry Sam. I wasn't expecting that and it cost me my lunch."
Suddenly I felt very stupid. "I should have warned you. I'm sorry I didn't."
We went back out to the living room and sat down. I told her I wanted her to stay with Cheryl for a little while so I could go shopping. While I was gone she could check on sizes for clothes for Cheryl and make a list. When I got back she would go shopping for clothes and anything she thought was needed by a little girl. She agreed and I left shortly after that.
My first stop was the bank. I needed to get some cash so Grace could do the shopping. I didn't want her to have to mess with credit cards or charging at a store. I withdrew $1,000 and hoped it would cover all that was needed.
My next stop was my old precinct house. I asked an old friend of mine to step out of his office for a few minutes so I could use his computer. That way he wouldn't know what I looked at and could say he had no idea I had used it at all. He did as I asked and I sat down at the keyboard. In very short order I had what I needed. A nice long sheet on Cheryl's step-father. I wasn't surprised to find he hadn't reported Cheryl missing. He had a record and was also a suspect in the death of her mother. I printed it out and cleared the screen before leaving. I thanked my pal on the way out and he grinned and said he hadn't even seen me come in.
I still had contacts on the street. My snitches were well taken care of when I was on the force and they had kept me up to date on some things after I left too. I went to a certain corner I knew would have what I needed. The Rat was there as usual and when he saw me he started walking around the corner. I parked my car and followed him. As soon as I was sure there was nobody following or even watching, I whistled and he turned into an alley. I followed him to the end and he turned and waited for me.
"What's up Sam?" he asked, his eyes never staying in one place for more than a heartbeat. "Must be important for you to come lookin for me."
I peeled off a C note and handed it to him. His eyes bugged out when he saw the denomination. Rat was someone else I'd once helped out. For half that amount he'd get me the combination to the Fort Knox vault. He stared at it again and then made it disappear.
"This is top priority Rat. Spread this around if you need to and I'll give you more. But nobody, and I mean nobody at all, is to know who the job is being done for. And I want it done fast. Got it?"
"Yeah. Sure Sam. You can depend on me. What'cha need?"
I handed him the print out on the man I wanted.
"Read this and memorize what ever you need. I can't let you have it so hurry up and read it."
I waited while he scanned the paper. He read it surprisingly fast for someone who was constantly looking up to scan his surrounding.
"Okay. I want everything you can get on this jerk. If it helps any I'll tell you he likes to beat and rape little girls. I want to know where he's living and what he's up to these days. Any dirt you dig up will be just for me and no cops. You have my number, so call me as soon as you get anything."
Rat's face drew into an angry scowl and his head stopped moving while he said, "Sure thing Sam. I don't much like his type and most a the guys I talk to don't either. We'll get'cha the goods in a day or two. Izzat soon enough?"
I told him it would do and he scurried away, keeping to the shadows. I took a deep breath and relaxed. The Rat, like me, always kept his promises. I walked slowly back to my car and made sure nobody was watching. It looked all clear so I headed for my last stop. The grocery store.
I tried not to take too long but there were a lot of things I needed for Cheryl and me if we were going to be eating at home. I ate out a lot when I was by myself but that was out with her living with me. I made sure to get plenty of sweet treats for desserts. I finally checked out with a cart full of groceries and loaded them into the car. Then I headed for home.
As I was passing another store I thought of something else I wanted to get and stopped. It was a gift for a little girl to make her feel more at home.
It hadn't taken too long for my errands and Grace was surprised to see me back so soon. I gave her the roll of cash and told her to get going before it got too late. I kidded her that I didn't want to be paying overtime for this shopping trip. She laughed but quickly left.
I checked on Cheryl before I put the groceries away. She was taking a nap on my bed. I wondered why she didn't just use the one I made up for her. I let her sleep for a while and went to put away the groceries. I put the special gift in her room. When that was done I called the office and checked in with my second in command. He reported no problems and I told him he'd be in charge for a couple of days but that I'd be available by phone if needed. He didn't ask any questions and told me he'd take care of everything.
I went in and turned on the TV. I sat down and started watching some dumb show I really didn't care about while my mind was churning over my plans. There was lot to do and I wanted to be sure I had all the details set before I did anything more.
It wasn't long before Cheryl came padding out bare footed and climbed up on my lap. She wiggled around trying to get comfortable and ended up sideways with her head on my chest and her arms around me. She was still half asleep. It took me a minute to figure out where to put my hands. After all I had no kids and so no experience holding them. We got comfortable and I switched the TV to cartoons. She soon got interested and we watched for a while.
As dinner time neared I slipped her off my lap and went out to start making our meal. It was almost ready when Grace returned with about three trips of packages for Cheryl. I asked her to stay but she said she had to get home and left after handing me a little change from the roll I had given her. It had been a lot of fun for her and very expensive for me. Cheryl wanted to open the packages before dinner but I made her wait. She gave in reluctantly and we sat down to dinner. She ate like she was starving again and I watched in amazement at the amount she consumed. Where could such a little girl put it all? She ate a huge piece of chocolate cake for dessert.
After dinner I told her she could go look at her new clothes and to put them away as she looked at them. I stayed out in the kitchen to clean up.
I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see Cheryl standing there wearing a lovely pink dress with white socks and shiny black shoes. She looked adorable and I told her so. She giggled and ran back to her room. The fashion show continued. Every few minutes I would hear a noise and I'd turn to see her in another outfit. There were shorts and Levis and all kinds of things I don't know the names of. She had so many tops that I lost count. Then came the last outfit and I nearly dropped a plate when I saw her.
She had on a yellow shortie night gown and panties and was clutching the fuzzy pink rabbit I had put on her bed. The gown and panties were very flimsy and really didn't hide much at all. She looked very sexy and I felt my cock reacting. I told her she was beautiful and then quickly turned back to the sink so I could hide my erection. She ran over and hugged my legs, squealing in delight.
"Thank you for the bunny, Sam! I love him."
I patted her on the head and told her to go watch some TV while I finished cleaning up. She did as I told her and I got back to the dishes and got my cock under control. There was no way I wanted her to see that after what she'd been through.
When I finished, I joined her on the couch and in a flash she was back in my lap, still holding her bunny. We sat there hugging as we watched a Disney movie. When that was over it was time for her to go to bed. I took her into the bathroom and found she had set out her own tooth brush and soap. I told her to brush her teeth and wash to get ready for bed, then to come in my room. I went in my room and sat on the bed waiting for her to come in.
After about ten minutes she came in. She was walking very slowly and squeezing her bunny real hard. She looked scared. It suddenly dawned on me that she thought I was going to do the things her step-father had done to her. I held out my arms and she slowly walked into them. I hugged her as I reassured her that she was safe. I only wanted to put the cream on her that the doctor had left. She smiled when she heard that and climbed up on the bed.
I slipped her panties down and checked her bottom. There were marks that needed care so I smoothed on some of the cream. I quickly smoothed some cream on her battered labia too. When that was done I slipped her panties back up and then raised her gown to look at her chest. The nipples were very red and looked sore and in need of care too. I gently rubbed some cream on each one and then checked her back. It looked like it needed some too so I rubbed cream over the wounds there as well.
She was very good about being still as I put the cream on but I could tell it hurt a couple of times. When I was finished I kissed her on the cheek and carried her in to her bed. I tucked her and her bunny in and said good night. I turned the light off but left the door open so there was a little light from the hall. I went back and watched TV for a while and then went to bed. I fell asleep quickly as I thought about her in the next room. I wanted so much to take care of her. I knew I'd do all I could and also would have help from my friends.
Some time during the night I was again joined in my bed by a scared little girl and a fuzzy bunny. She wrapped herself around me just like the night before. Her leg was again pressed on my cock which caused it to harden rapidly. I ignored it and went back to sleep. I had to do something about sleeping arrangements. But that could wait for the next day.