Candyland

Disclaimer: This story contains non-consensual sex with a minor. If this subject matter disturbs you, then don\'t read it, but don\'t flame me later on because I didn\'t warn you.




Candyland- Chapter 2

Jessica again woke up to unfamiliar surroundings. This time, however, she could see without having to crawl around the perimeter of the room. She was in a bed, a big bed with fluffy pink sheets and lots of pillows. She plucked at the nightgown she had on, a pink billowy thing with puffy sleeves and a wide collar. This was nothing like the things she had at home. She was lucky if she got dinner at home and a corner of the floor that didn\'t smell like alcohol. She thought to herself and decided that she must have dreamt the dark and cold room where she had cried herself to sleep. At least this room was an improvement on that one, although she was still concerned that she didn\'t know where she was.

Reluctantly she got up and out of bed and went to explore her surroundings. The room was sparce, holding only a bed and a nightstand with two drawers. Both were locked, and although she looked for a key, she couldn\'t find one. The door, it seemed, was also shut and locked tightly, and she wondered again how she had gotten in here, fear rising as a slight panic set in. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she couldn\'t remember the last time she had eaten anything.

Just as she was about to commence pounding on the door again, she heard footsteps coming toward the door and the sound of the bolt being unfastened. The door swung inward and she staggered back a few steps as a rather large shadow crossed her path. Gazing upward, she realized it was a man, holding a tray of food for her and completely blocking her exit. She backed up until she was sitting on the bed, and the man came forward, stepping carefully and slowly, not making any sudden moves.

For some reason, Jessica was more curious than fearful of the man, and she saw that he carried food. She wanted that food desperately.

\"Ah, Jessica, you\'re finally awake. I was starting to worry about you,\" the man finally said.

\"How do you know my name?\" Jessica asked with a tremor in her voice, she was still uneasy about not knowing where she was.

\"Well, that\'s a long story, my dear, and I\'m sure you\'d like to eat some food first before I tell you?\" He waited for her nod before he lowered the tray to the bed. Macaroni and Cheese, her favorite. The man handed her a fork and she eagerly started eating. \"Slow, now,\" he said, \"you haven\'t had anything to eat in a while, and if you eat too fast you\'ll get sick.\" He smiled down at her and waited while she ate half the food and finally put down the fork, satisfied.

\"Where am I?\" was the first thing out of her mouth after she had finished chewing.

\"You\'re in my house in the Rocky Mountains. Your parents are very bad people. The government wanted to make sure that your Daddy didn\'t hurt you anymore, so you\'re going to be staying with me for a while until we can find you a new Daddy,\" he lied. They were in Upstate New York, but she didn\'t need to know that.

\"Oh,\" she said, overwhelmed.

\"Don\'t you remember coming here with me?\" She shook her head no. \"Some police officers picked you up after school a couple days ago and took you home to pack, but your Dad got very angry and hit you. You were knocked out for a couple days but you seemed fine, so the police brought you here anyway, and you\'ve been here since,\" he explained, bringing the lie into full color.

She looked doubtful, but she wanted very much to believe it. Her Daddy had hit her before, so hard that he had left marks. She had always hoped that someone would come and save her from all that.

Sensing her unease, he worked in the clincher of the deal. \"There are other children here that you can play with,\" he watched her and gauged her reaction. He saw hope flash through her eyes. \"There are three, actually. Marcy, Stephen, and Charlie. You\'d like them.\"

Jessica was silent for a couple minutes, contemplating this. Finally she asked, \"What\'s your name?\"

The man chuckled harshly and Jessica fought the urge to hide under the covers in fear. She sensed something not right about him, but she didn\'t want to think about that right now. \"I\'m George, but you can call me Papa. All the children around here do, and some of the adults as well.\"

Jessica was silent for another couple of minutes and she played with the food on the tray between them with her fork. Finally she looked up at him and said, \"Okay, Papa.\"

The man smiled at her, fondly, and asked, \"Would you like to meet the other children now?\" She nodded and he added, \"Well, then we should get you out of your pajamas and into something more appropriate, huh?\" She nodded again and he took out his keys, unlocking the top drawer of the nightstand and drawing out a pair of denim bell bottoms and an embroidered white peasant top. He grabbed socks and sneakers from the drawer as well, and a little pair of underwear. Pink, like the inside of her cunt. He had picked out the outfit specially from his supply, knowing she would love it in comparison to the clothes she was accustomed to wearing.

He laid the clothes out for her on the bed and turned to leave, closing and locking the door behind him, and then going into the next room to watch the video feed of her getting undressed. She just sat for a few minutes watching the door and stroking the fabric of the clothing next to her. Finally after she determined that he wasn\'t going to be coming back, she stood and pulled the nightgown over her head, revealing her young body. She grabbed the underwear and pulled them on, then the pants and shirt, socks and finally the sneakers. As she was finishing tying them, he grabbed a hair brush and went back to the room, not wanting to startle her, but doing so anyway. She spooked and let out a small noise as she heard the door creep open. He came back towards her slowly, sitting on the opposite end of the bed and holding the hairbrush up so she could see it. He wanted desperately to run his fingers through her hair.

Jessica relaxed visibly and he took the change in her body language as an invitation. He scooted towards her and started brushing through her long blond locks of hair. He felt the inevitable erection coming on and realized that he was going to have to stall until it went away again. It wouldn\'t do to walk around in front of her yet with it.

To lighten the mood in the room, he asked her questions about things she liked and didn\'t like. He learned that her favorite color was blue, like her eyes, and that her favorite subject in school was Math, her favorite thing to do in her spare time was playing soccer. She was on a team at school, one of only two girls. She didn\'t have many friends at school because she was afraid of bringing them home to her house and having her parents embarrass her. She didn\'t really have a food preference, but Macaroni and Cheese was her favorite, and she didn\'t like chocolate ice cream at all. George smiled when he heard that; he didn\'t like chocolate ice cream either.

All too soon his task was over and she drew away from him, inquiring about the other children he had mentioned. He stood, putting the brush in the drawer and locking it again, and bade her follow him down the hallway.

He took her back to the center of the catacomb, and past the stairs leading up. He watched Jessica eye them suspiciously, but her steps never faltered as he lead her down the opposite hall. About 20 yards down, the passage split into two in a Y-neck intersection. He took the left. Soon, both of them were standing in front of another wooden door, and he threw back the bolt and held the door open for her, allowing her entrance.

The unclaimed children\'s compound was shaped like a semi-circle. The door led to a large living/dining room on the close end, but on the far end was a very large open space equipped with a basketball hoop and various sports and recreational equipment. About 10 feet of wall was dedicated to shelves and shelves of books, and there were giant couches surrounding a large television. The kitchen was closed off and to the left, and was locked at all times unless someone was cooking in there. The children had access to all kinds of non-perishable food and were given one cooked meal a day. There was a refrigerator on the far side, near the dining table, filled with milk and other beverages, sandwiches and snacks. A pantry was next to it, holding cereals and more snacks. A giant glass cabinet held any dishes the children might need to eat the food provided, and dirty dishes went into a large plastic tub to be washed later on.

Around the semi-circular common room, there were about a score of doors, leading to individual rooms. Only three were occupied right now, and the occupants were in their beds, sleeping at this late hour. George checked his watch: it was almost 4 in the morning.

He selected one of the rooms with a pink door and lead her to it, prodding her gently when she held back. \"This is where you\'ll be staying,\" he explained. He opened the door and revealed a purple colored room with a twin sized bed and a fluffy purple and blue striped comforter. The walls were covered in drawings inspired by Aesop\'s fables and a chest of drawers and mirror were to the side of the bed. A clock above the door ticked away happily and she could see glow in the dark stars covering the ceiling. Jessica started to explore the room but then turned back to George, only to realize that he was half-way through the compound and on his way to the main door. She ran after him and grabbed his hand, asking, \"What should I do?\"

He looked around at his surroundings and said, honestly, \"Anything you want, dear. If you need me, I\'m just a phone call away.\" He pointed to the phone on the wall next to the book case. \"All you need to do is pick it up and dial 0. I\'m warning you, though, you can\'t make outside calls from that phone. If there\'s anyone you need to get a hold of, let me know first, okay?\" He smiled down at her.

\"Okay, Papa,\" she said, and he beamed at her when he heard what she called him. Oh, she was definitely perfect.

He turned from her and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and pushing the bolt back in place. He had lots to think about before some new clients came later on today, and he had to get some sleep before he did anything else.

He couldn\'t help smiling, however, at how she had called him Papa.