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 6

George met them outside of the room, knowing they would be done far before they themselves knew. He didn\'t particularly like what he had seen, and he was tempted to raise the price because of it. He did, however, have the last word on their future with one of his children, and he knew in his heart that he couldn\'t give one to such a person as Steve was. He could only imagine the sort of horrors would occur with an Alpha male who hated women, and he knew that Gary wouldn\'t have the guts to stand up to him. No, as much as he hated to lose the sale, he knew that he would be better off ending all contact with these two, even for future sales of boys.

\"Did you find everything to your satisfaction?\" he asked innocently to their faces red from exertion. Gary only smiled but Steve wore a determined look, as if trying to prove something to himself.

\"Everything went very well,\" Steve finally said. \"Can we see the other girl now?\" Gary looked eager.

\"I cannot allow this sale to go through,\" George said, carefully. \"The welfare of the child is at stake, and anything that would happen to her could be traced back to me...\" he trailed off.

Steve was angry, and Gary looked like he was about to cry. The first turned to the second and said, \"I told you this wasn\'t going to work out. What did I tell you about finding a girl? That it would all end badly.\" Gary wrung his hands silently and looked pleadingly at George.

George ushered them back out of the passageway and to the front door, stopping as he opened the portal. \"I\'m sorry for your inconvenience. I realize it must have been a ways to come here from where you live. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, I\'ll try my hardest to accomplish it,\" he said, lying through his teeth.

Steve nodded to him on the way out and grabbed Gary\'s arm roughly, half carrying him to their car. George shut the door behind them and returned to his desk to ponder the afternoon\'s festivities. It was almost 4:30 now, and he had lots to do.

First, George went to check on Shannon. She was fine, only a little shaken up and in desperate need of a shower. He would pamper her until her outer wounds had healed. The inner ones, he knew, would take more time than he had to spare. He lifted her off the bed and onto her feet, giving her a silk robe to wear, knowing it wouldn\'t irritate her tender skin. He lead her back toward the compound but did not enter it. Instead he lead her farther into the catacomb and to a door she knew well. It lead to a special suite prepared to cater to any and all of her needs. It boasted a large jacuzzi, a very large and richly appointed bed and a direct line to George, should she need anything that wasn\'t already there. She had been there to recover from harsh clients many times before and he needed only lead her through the door. He knew she could take care of herself, that was how she preferred it.

Next, he went to the other room and let Jake out of it and back into the compound. He was sullen and silent, disliking the fact that he had been locked in there with nothing to do for the past 5 hours. George doubted, though, if he would have been in better spirits had he been the one the men had visited rather than Shannon. He checked to make sure both bolts were in place before continuing back the way he had come. He smiled as he thought of his final task. He had come to the decision the night before and he was looking forward to this as a child, forced to finish dinner, looks forward to dessert.

He came to the Y crossing and instead of taking the passageway back up to his study, he turned down the other arm, heading to the other compound. George wanted to visit Jessica and see how she was settling into her new home and new life. He went through the common room and came to stand at her door, knocking softly before opening the door, revealing her sleeping and angelic form. Sleeping children had forever been his weakness. Lucky for him, though, sleeping children couldn\'t ask him for things... otherwise he was liable to concede to their every wish.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gazed at her, remarking again on how absolutely gorgeous she was, asleep or awake. The shifted weight caused her eyes to flutter and open cautiously, her face breaking into a grin when she saw him. \"Hi, Papa,\" she said, sleepily. Jessica sat up and rubbed her eyes, staring at him through her blond lashes.

Oh, he thought to himself, I have died and gone to heaven. \"How have you been, sweetie?\" he asked her, rubbing her cheek with his thumb and cradling her head in his hand. \"I\'m sorry I haven\'t come to see you sooner, but I\'ve been very busy lately. Have you been getting along with the other children?\" She nodded solemnly. \"Good.\" George drew back his hand and adjusted the creases in his pants. \"I wanted to know if maybe you\'d like to see a movie with me later on, after dinner?\" He waited for her nod again, it came eagerly this time, and continued on, \"Great, I\'ve got a huge collection so I\'m sure you\'ll be able to find something you like.\"

Jessica grinned broadly and made small, bouncy movements on the bed. \"When will you come and get me?\" she asked.

\"I\'ll come around 7, is that okay?\" Her nodding now resembled a bobble head doll and she looked like she was about to jump off the bed from excitement. \"Make sure you\'re in your pajamas. We\'ll make it like a sleep-over party. Have you ever had one of those before?\" She shook her head no. \"Okay, then you\'ve got lots of catching up to do, don\'t you?\" She nodded vigorously, mistrusting her own voice.

George got up to leave and was just opening the door back up when he felt small arms come up and embrace him from behind. He felt the familiar tension as his dick sprang into action from the unfamiliar touch. He turned anyway, and
picked Jessica up, ignoring his urge. She burried her head into his shoulder and threw her arms around his neck. \"Thank you so much,\" she choked, tears dampening his shoulder. \"No one has ever been so nice to me, ever. You\'re the greatest.\" She sniffed again and wiped her nose onto his shirt.

George froze. This had never happened to him before. No child had ever thanked him for his treatment, and if they had, they had never done it so truthfully. He was taken aback by this tiny child, this insignificant nothing that had somehow managed to make his heart leap to know he had made a difference in her life. This was not good. He would have to do something about this, and soon. He put her down on the bed and left the room, quickly, pondering how he would deal with the situation at hand, berating himself for feeling something for this child.


A/N: First off, I\'d like to thank everyone for the reviews. Honestly, it\'s good to know that people are interested in my story. A special shout-out to CalliopePurple, who seems to be even more interested in this story than I am. Thanks for the great reviews, hun, and the great publicity (and sorry about the whole Shannon thing, it\'s ironic that you and the character share the same name).

A word to ChrisDawg88: I\'m sorry to hear you\'ve lost interest in my story. I realize that everything I have written so far is completely twisted and obscene, but that is the sole point of the story. Do you really think it would be real for a 9 year old girl, or even a 12 year old to give full consent to sex under duress? Of course not, and if they could then you\'d have more problems on your hand than just an unhappy child. Next time read the warnings and if it says it\'s non-consensual, believe it.