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Disjointed Custody
A Tale of Kidnaping, Lesbian Pedo Sex and Scat
Sharon pulled her toddler through the busy airport in her usual
flurry to meet the next deadline. In her other hand was a cell phone
which seemed permanently attached to her head.
"No Simon that's a 4 o'clock conference with the Hymon Firm, your
presentation better be ready. I will meet you at the Restaurant at 2
and
bring Charlie and Samantha. We will brainstorm for an hour during
lunch.....yes I'm still here at the airport dropping off
Mary....yes...yes...her flight is in 15 minutes. See you at 2."
Putting her cell in her pocketbook the ever perfect Sharon, dressed
for success turned and stooped to brush a locket of curl from Mary's
forehead. Pulling a comb from her bag, she quickly adjusted the errant
blonde bang and stared into the little girls wide blue eyes.
"Mommy, can't you come with me this time?" Mary's bottom lip pushed
forward as her mouth turned down and her eyes began to water. I don
like
going in the plane alone. Pretty please Mommy?"
Sharon brushed the hair of her child with frantic frustration,
checking her watch. "Mary you know Mommy can't go, and you won't be
alone. The nice lady Stewardess will give you coloring books and you
can
have sodas, and in two hours you will be at the airport and Daddy will
be there."
"I know it Mommy." Mary looked down at her shoes. "Why can't you and
Daddy move back together? Every week I have to go to a new place."
"Its every two weeks Mary, don't exaggerate." Sharon put away the
comb
and pulled Mary toward the boarding gate. "Daddy has his business to
run
and Mommy has hers. And don't ask why we can't get married again, it
just isn't going to happen."
Sharon put on her "I'm- in- a- hurry please- take- my-
baggage-smile". Of course there was no luggage, only a little girl none
too pleased to travel. The airline Host knew these two intimately as
they went through this ritual twice a month and had since the little
girl first began to walk. "Good Day Mary! Hello Ms. Harrington. You are
just in time for boarding."
Handing the little girl her ticket, the Airline host allowed Mary to
enter the long extendable hallway already umbilically connected to the
727 on the tarmac. Just as the little girl shuffled slowly off down the
tube, Sharon turned her kissing her cheek. "Mary, you be a good girl
and
do what the Good Lady tells you to do. I don't want any more reports
that you throw a temper tantrum on the airplane. If a grown up Lady
tells you to do something, its just like me telling you. you do it.
Understand?"
Mary nodded her head, and reluctantly turned to enter the plane. On
her shirt was pinned a note telling the stewardess the name of Mary's
Father, his and her telephone numbers (all 14 of them), and the
instructions "Mary is to receive only diet sodas and no candy. Cake is
ok but no second piece".
The ritual was one everyone knew, and no one really cared for. Such
was
the nature of the corporate professional divorce; Mothering done by
strangers on the fly.
Mary was greeted by the cap toothed smiling Stewardess she had seen
before. She knew many of them by now, this one was not one of her
favorites. "Hello again Mary. A big girl traveling alone? You remember
me don't you?"
"Yess I remember you." Mary sighed with a hint of sarcasm. "You will
give me real cokes instead of diet if I promise not to make the others
in 1st class get mad."
The Stewardess darkened her smile, realizing her professional facade
had been exposed. "Just try to behave Mary. I don't want to have to
tell
your Daddy again. OK?"
"My Daddy doesn't care." Mary mumbled to herself. "Nobody cares what
I
do so long as I do it somewhere else."
"I'm sure that isn't true." the Stewardess said buckling the little
girl into the padded leather seat. "Your Mommy and daddy love you very
much. See? They let you fly in first class instead of coach."
The passengers all in place the doors sealed, the plane was soon in
the air. The Stewardess of course ignored Sharon's note and gave the
child heaping helpings of every candy, cake, soda and nut she had on
hand. She knew the child's stomach ache would be someone else's
problem,
and at least there would be peace for the present.
Mary only made half the noise she usually did. Only when she wanted a
fresh cookie or bit of devils food cake did she begin to annoy the poor
fellow next to her trying to get his laptop reports in order.
In another city a few hundred miles to the east, Thomas Harrington
was weaving through traffic in his jaguar xje trying to get to the
airport. Thomas was hopelessly distracted by his cell phone balanced
on
his shoulder. He was chewing out his secretary Laura, who had failed to
ask for extra starch in his collars and forgotten to tell the cleaners
to remove the cough drop from the pocket of his Armani suit. Now it was
a mess of dry cleaning chemical and the suit was spotted. "Listen Miss
Boyerre...I can easily replace your sorry ass. I'm sure any bean
burrito
eating Mexican who learned English from sailors in her port town could
do as well. I'm taking the cost of this suit out of your
salary...that's
right. I'm sick of your incompetence. I'm on my way to pick up Mary at
the airport..you had better...." but he never finished the sentence.
Laura on the other end of the phone at the office of Harrington Limited
heard a sudden squeal of tires , crunch of metal and breaking glass.
The
last word before the line went dead was "oh shit..I'm bleeding."
Laura put down the phone. Her mind racing faster than her idiot
bosses driving habits. Many were the times she had secretly lusted over
little Mary as she came with her Daddy to the firm. Laura had fingered
herself many an evening in front of her home PC, searching for kiddy
porn and thinking of the little girl. Her fantasies along these lines
were varied and dark. Now Laura trembled with the realization a door of
opportunity was presenting itself.
Laura made a few excuses of feeling ill and needing to take the rest
of the day off. She was careful not to mention her inside knowledge
about Mr. Harrington's accident, nor little Mary's imminent arrival.
Walking quickly to the parking garage, she headed home for her modest
flat, sitting in traffic about 20 minutes. She dialed up Emergency and
asked if a Mr Harrington had been admitted. "Yes" was the reply. "He
has
been injured in a traffic accident and is likely to require some
surgery."
Laura parked and took the stairs to her flat. It was a modest row
house near the firm, but provided a bit more privacy than a high rise
apartment. At least she had no upstairs neighbors, and the little old
lady down stairs was quite stone deaf. Laura let herself in and quickly
went to her dresser where she took a brown wig, some theatrical
spectacles and applied some make up to her face. She dressed in a
simple
smock and made sure her handbag was an older one she no longer needed.
She tied her hair with a scarf and checked her reflection, satisfied
that on a glance she looked entirely different than her ususal self.
The
idea was to appear to be nondescript without looking as if one was
trying to hide ones face.
Laura quickly made her way back down the stairs to her little Toyota
and off to the airport. In her mind she rehearsed the story. She must
win the Airline representatives favor while at the same time not
alarming little Mary unduly.
The traffic was awful to the airport which heightened Laura's
nervousness. Risk prison? Would seducing a four year old like Mary be
worth it? She decided it was, especially if she were careful not to get
caught. Entering the terminal she gave a quick glance at the incoming
flights from Sharon Harrington's home city. Ah, there was a flight that
arrived 30 minutes ago at gate 12. Laura clicked her heels walking
swiftly to the Airline, to find the stewardess and little Mary standing
impatiently awaiting the Dad who was as usual ..late.
"Hello," Laura put out her hand, taking that of the Stewardess.
"This
is little Mary? May I have a word with you a moment in private." Laura
smiled broadly at the uniformed attendant. Stepping aside she spoke out
of hearing of Mary who paced and looked p.o.ed as usual.
"I'm Shawn Philips, and am Thomas Harrington's fiancee. He was
involved in a traffic accident about an hour ago and is in the hospital
in emergency right now. He asked me to come and get his little girl,
but
not to alarm her as his situation may be serious."
The Stewardess looked properly dismayed, both at the news of the
accident and the now unexpected decision she must make. Her flight was
boarding in 10 minutes.
"If you have any doubts you can contact Harrington Limited or the
hospital about the accident. Unfortunately Thomas is under anaesthesia
or you could call him directly." Laura lied. She handed the Stewardess
her cell phone. "And please hurry if you will. I need to get back to
Thomas and be by his side." Laura shed a false tear to show her
distress
at the whole event.
The Stewardess looked at her watch and then at little Mary who had as
usual made her life miserable for the last 4 hours. "No need." said the
Stewardess. "She is all yours."
Laura thanked the woman profusely and hurried to take Mary by the
hand, making introductions as they walked quickly across the terminal.
"Hi Mary, I'm Shawn. I am good friends with your Daddy. He couldn't
make it today and he asked me to come pick you up and to entertain you
today. He is away on important business."
Mary crossed her arms obtusely. "Why isn't my Daddy here?" she
pouted. "He is always on portant busness! I'm portant busness too!"
"You certainly are." Mary praised. "You are the most important little
girl in the world. And to show you, I'm going to take you to a toy
store, or the zoo, or wherever you want to go today."
"I don't feel good. I have a stomach ache." Mary complained. "I wanna
go home, not to some smelly zoo."
"Well..." Laura smiled. "You can come with me to my house and I will
fix you up so that tummy is all better."
"No! I wanna go to my house." Mary stomped her feet. They climbed
into
Laura's Toyota.
"Oh we will go there next, but first lets stop at my house. Its a lot
closer and I'm sure once you go potty you will feel better, don't you?"
Laura suggested.
"I do hafta go." Mary said noticing the need was becoming stronger.
"Ok, we stop at your house then take me home."
Laura made small talk with the child as they drove, telling her what
a pretty little girl she was and how much she loved to play house and
Barbies, and what her favorite cartoons were.
Mary warmed to the attention, but continued to hold her stomach and
look a bit green. "Please hurry." Mary moaned. "I really need to go
now."
Traffic as usual was very unforgiving and Laura could smell a whiff
of
bowel, knowing Mary was barely holding back a mass expulsion. "Just
hang
on Honey." She smiled. "Oh darn this traffic!"
Secretly Laura was overjoyed at this bit of icing on the cake.
Taking
the long way home the little girl soon was in a desperate way beyond
help. Laura knew by the sudden strong odor and the Little girls
sheepish
expression that Mary had just filled her panties.
"Oh dear." Said the kindly Laura. "Did we have an accident?"
Mary began to tear up. "I AM a big girl. I just couldn't hold it."
She
began to cry. "It feels yucky. Please hurry."
Laura was both moved by the exoticness and sympathy for the young
girl's embarrassment. It reminded her of similar times in her childhood
when she had accidents at school and how the children had called her
"Poopy-Girl."
By the time they reached Laura's Flat, the smell inside the Toyota
was quite ripe. Mary was sobbing, and a brown stain was slowly creeping
down her white stocking pantyhose. Whatever she had eaten had come out
less than firm. As Mary walked up the stairs she dripped little puddles
of brownish urine. The back of her skirt advertised a large wet rear.
Laura was breathless with anticipation.
Laura unlocked her apartment door letting the soggy child waddle
uncomfortably into the main living room. A large wide screen tv, a
computer a couch, all tasteful but not upscale were the furnishings.
"Lean over the coffee table Mary, I will clean you up, ok?" Laura took
the child to the center of the room and positioned her so that she
stood
in front of the computer web camera. Laura quickly put in a disk and
began recording.
"Have you anything I can wear?" Mary blubbered. "My clothes are all
yuckie!"
"You don't worry about your clothes, I will see they get cleaned."
Laura went up behind the child, unzipping her dress and allowing it to
fall to the floor. Mary stepped out of it, her undershirt and leotard
stockings remained as did her patent leather shoes. A large bulge of
brown had indeed soiled the child's stockings. Laura's hands trembled
as she slowly began to peel down the shit filled leotard. The panties
came down with them as far as the little girls knees. Her entire back
end was a sticky mess.
"Huwee!" Laura commented with a chuckle. "We did fill those panties
didn't we?"
"Please don't tell my daddy." Mary pleaded. "I'm a big girl now."
"Don't worry, this will be our little secret. Now take off your
shoes
and lets get those messy panties off of you, ok?" Laura could barely
contain her glee.
Turning around Mary sat down on the coffee table leaving a large
brown butt print, as she stuck out her feet for Laura to remove her
shoes. Laura slowly pulled the shitty drawers down off her feet,
taking
them and putting them in a large ziplock freezer bag.
"Now then sweetie. You sit right there and I will get some soap and
water. Here, let me put on the TV for you." Laura went over and slipped
in a dvd she had burned from downloads off the Internet.
As Laura went in the other room, the set came on to show a series of
short clips of little girls about Mary's age, spreading their pussies,
masturbating with vibrators, or being sexually assaulted by adults.
Most
of the adults were men, as there was little in the way of Lesbian child
sex that Laura was able to locate and download.
As Laura came back into the room, the screen showed a little blonde
Russian girl was having her pussy licked by a man with a mustache. Mary
stared at the scene with curiosity.
"What is that man doing to that girl?" Mary asked. "He is kissing her
private. Hey, he put his tongue in it. Oh yuck!"
"Oh." Said Laura quizzically, "Doesn't your Daddy do that to you? Or
your Mommy? I thought all good Mommies and Daddies loved their little
girls and made them feel good with butterfly kisses."
"What's a butterfly kiss?" Mary said a bit concerned she was missing
yet another aspect of parental bonding.
"You never had one?" Laura opened her eyes in mock surprise. "Oh my
oh
my! I will have to show you how. The only more important thing than a
butterfly kiss for Mommies and their little girls is a starfish kiss!"
"Starfish kiss?" Mary was really confused now. Had her parents
totally
neglected her even more than she knew?
"Oh starfish kisses and starfish kisses with chocolate! They are sooo
much fun! You have to learn how Mary. Every little girl your age must
learn how to be a big girl." Laura gushed with enthusiasm.
Laura began to clean the little girls bottom, Mary stood holding her
ass cheeks apart so that the baby wipes could get it all off. It took
almost an entire roll, but soon the little girl was as clean as one can
be short of a bath.
"Now Mary, get on the coffee table and stand like a kitty. Let me
check and see if you are really really clean. OK?"
Mary continued watching the short clips on the TV as she got on all
fours on the coffee table, her bottom protruding for Laura's
inspection.
On the screen, a little girl was being urinated on by a man, probably
the child's father. Her face was contorted as she tried to avoid the
piss in her eyes and nose. The stream pelted down on her face
mercilessly.
"Why is he peeing on her?" Mary asked with unease. "Did she do
something bad?"
"Oh no." Laura continued staring up Mary's widespread ass crack at a
beautiful pink little pucker, "Daddies who love their little girls
always do that. Mommies too. Don't your Mommy and daddy love you? They
never let you have any fun, do they."
"No my Mommy said pee was dirty." Mary said. "She said it only goes
in
the toilet."
"That's because your Mommy is selfish." Laura replied. "A good mommy
always pees on her daughter every day to show she loves her."
Laura began to remove her own skirt and draw down her panties.
Standing only in a blouse and bra, (and wig and glasses) She sat back
on
the couch, spreading her vaginal lips and fingering her clitoris.
"Mary.." she said huskily. "Come here please."
The child stared wide blue eyed into the hairy vaginal canyon. Fear
began to creep across the child's face. "Wha..what are you doing?" she
said. Suddenly it occurred to her adults don't act like this.
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