He switched the mobile to speaker phone and I heard a grating northern voice.
"So you're enjoying yourself, you dirty little girl. Can't wait for your Daddy's cock. Well, your Uncle Ted is on his way to see you and is bringing another hard cock to service that tight little cunt you keep between those sexy bum cheeks. You're a hot little bitch. I may only rate you seven out of ten but you're hot enough to drag me out of the station. You better make sure your pretty mouth and tight cunt make my trip worthwhile. Your Uncle Ted can make you very sorry if you don't""
I heard this vile man with growing horror. There was something unspeakable about that voice. It had a chilly, sneering, gloating quality that acted on me like a cold douche. As I listened, the erotic daze in which I had succumbed to Daddy moments before washed out of me and left me shuddering with a fearful recognition of my utter helplessness.
I was completely vulnerable, sprawled naked, legs spread wide, a monstrous cock rearing up between my thighs, in the lap of this terrifying man who had so tormented and humiliated me. And now a second man, the owner of this cruel sneering voice was on his way to violate me.
As the voice grated and sneered on, describing what he would do to me, a panic fear seized me.
"No!" I cried out, "No! No!" I screamed at the top of my voice. "I don't want this! Let me go home! Let me go! I want to go home!" I struggled wildly to get away. But Daddy's brawny arm had closed around me and held me pinioned against his chest imprisoning both my arms in its tight orbit. I could only futilely flail my legs.
"Well, Ted," he said his voice level and informative, "you've really got her going. I've not seen her so excited. I think she wants you to spank her. Is that right, girl?" he asked and stuck his tongue in my ear. "You want your Uncle Ted to put you over his knee and really punish that plump rump of yours?"
"I don't! I don't!" I shouted squirming in his tight grasp and kicking my legs as I struggled to get away.
"You should see her Ted. She's putting on quite a show. All this wriggling and writhing in my lap is keeping my cock at full stretch. The little slut sure knows what she's doing"
"Don't let her wear herself out, Jack. I'd like a bit of that spitfire stuff left for me."
Daddy's mouth was against my ear again. "Tell your Uncle Ted you like it rough"
They were making cruel fun of me and I couldn't bear it. I shouted and screamed to drown out their mocking voices, but could not prevent fragments penetrating my consciousness.
"... see who makes her squeal the loudest ...
... in the little bitch's cunt within the hour ...
... make her beg for my cock ...
... wants you to give her a good going over ...
... a real wriggler, wait till you get her bum on your lap."
I must have become so hysterical with terror that I passed out.
I came to myself still gasping and sobbing, but calmer. I was sitting cross-wise in Daddy's lap, my legs over one of the arms of the chair and Daddy's arms around me. He was petting me in the way one calms a nervous horse
"There now, girl, calm yourself, Daddy's holding you. You got overexcited."
His voice now was deep, calm, soothing nothing like it had been before. The touch of his big hands was gentle, comforting. I began to breathe normally again and stopped sobbing.
"Now tell Daddy what upset you." He sounded kind and concerned.
"That man," I said, "I don't want him. Please, I really don't." I was getting overwrought again.
"Uncle Ted. Well he isn't coming. When you were so upset and out of it I told him it was no go. He didn't like it, but now he's on his way home." He stroked my hair reassuringly.
"Now, it's just you and me, Daddy and his little girl." He pressed me to him, cuddling me.
He was so transformed from what he had been earlier that I found myself able to say, "Please, I don't want this any more. I don't want to be your little girl. I want to go home." It was an effort not to call him Daddy.
"And go home you shall, baby. Just rest quiet now like this a while.
And I did rest. Perhaps I was exhausted by my struggles and all that had preceded them. I was so soothed, held like a child on Daddy's lap, that I fell asleep.
When I awoke it took me a moment to realise where I was and to remember all that had happened. I was naked held by his strong arms in the lap of this man who had so tormented and humiliated me. Yet I was feeling warm and safe and comforted.
"Better now, little one?" He asked.
"Yes, thank you. Was I asleep?"
"Not for long, about ten minutes." He stroked my hair.
I couldn't understand how he had become this reassuring fatherly figure. I asked "Why were you so cruel to me before?"
"Daddy wasn't being cruel. He was giving you the kind of treatment you asked him for. But Daddy can be kind, can be gentle, like this. And to prove it, why don't you let your Daddy give you a little pleasure before he drives you back to town?"
His hand slid caressingly down over my belly to my penis, which lay on my thighs and he began to stroke it.
"There, isn't this nice?" he murmured in my ear. "Don't you like Daddy's strong big hand playing with you?"
Almost at once my penis began to stiffen under his caressing fingers. It was pleasant, exciting but soothing at the same time and I felt I was in control, that I was allowing him to do this.
"That's nice isn't it? He murmured. "You like a real man's hands on you, don't you, baby?" And he took hold of my hardening penis and pulled the foreskin back and ran his thumb over the head. His other hand reached a nipple, squeezing and pulling gently at it
I whimpered, shutting my eyes and giving way to the pleasure of his caresses.
"That's it my pretty," he crooned. "Daddy knows what you need. Oh, you're such a girl, so feminine, spreading your thighs for me."
And unconsciously I had spread them, and his hand slipped down between them and a finger stroked my perineum.
"Lie back, relax, and let Daddy play with you." And I found myself stretched across his lap, my back against one arm, of the armchair. I could feel his cock hardening under my bottom. My thighs were spread and raised so that my legs hooked over the other arm. And his hand, that insidious caressing hand had slipped down between my parted thighs stroking me. I moaned as it moved lower and a finger began to caress my anus, running around it but not entering it. His other hand, freed now from holding me against him, took hold of my penis and began to pet it. I moaned again and writhed with pleasure.
"There now," he said, "Daddy's little girl is getting hot and bothered. Daddy knows what gets her going."
Then while he gently caressed my penis with one hand, holding it and running his thumb over the head, now wet with precum, the forefinger of his other hand playing at my anus began to press gently against the opening, pushing, entering a little way, withdrawing, pushing in again." I whimpered and moaned as I moved my hips trying to capture the tormenting finger, but as I moved it always withdrew.
"Please," I begged, "please, Daddy, please."
"What do you want, girl? Does Daddy's girl want me to stop?" His fingers ceased their insidiously seductive movement and drew away.
