Her name was Laika, but almost everybody called her Red, because of the coat and hood she wore whenever she went outside. It was a deep red color, the color of blood, and she wore it almost year round; the only time she didn't wear it was when it got too warm outside in the summer. Red loved her coat, it was her favorite thing in the world, because it had been a gift from her mother, who had passed away three years ago, when she was only nine years old.

She was twelve now and, like her daddy had explained to her, she was the woman of the house. It was her job to take care of things while he was at work, to do the laundry and the cleaning and the cooking and, like this morning, to go to the market to buy groceries. Red knew she had a lot of responsibility for a young girl, but she didn't mind. She loved her daddy very much, and she felt sorry for him because he'd been so sad after her mother had died. It was the least she could do to see that he got whatever help he asked for.

Red found the grocery list stuck to the refrigerator door with a magnet and she looked it over: milk, bread, apples, and oranges. At the bottom of the note was the message, "Please take the apples to Grandma's house so she can bake a pie for our Sunday visit. The money is in my nightstand drawer. Love, Daddy."

Red took the note and put it in the pocket of her coat, then went into her daddy's bedroom to get the money. She went directly to his nightstand drawer and opened it, found the twenty dollar bill he had left there, and put that in her pocket as well. She turned to go, but stopped when she noticed something brightly colored and shiny on her daddy's bed. She looked closer and saw that it was a magazine with a picture of a girl on the cover. A naked girl.

She picked the magazine up and looked through it. The whole magazine was nothing but pictures of girls, all of them naked or half clothed. Most of them were very pretty, and they had boobs and hair between their legs. Red found herself admiring them, hoping that she would grow up to have boobs and hair just like them She did have boobs, but they were very small, and she hadn't sprouted any hair yet. She wondered, though, why her daddy would have a magazine like this. She knew that boys liked to look at girls, but her daddy had never seemed too interested in girls, naked or otherwise. She suspected that this magazine had something to do with how much he missed her mom, but she wasn't sure.

Red decided not to think about it until later. Maybe she would ask her daddy when he got home from work. She put the magazine back on the bed where she'd found it and went out to the kitchen to get the basket that she used to carry groceries, then started off for the market.

*****

It was a cool and cloudy Fall morning , a chilly breeze was blowing outside, and Red was glad she had her coat to wear. She buttoned it up and started off down the street, watching the gold and brown leaves flittering about like teeny little birds. She liked the colder weather, and not just because she could wear her coat every day, but because with all the clouds and the dimness she always felt a kind of sweet melancholy inside. She was a sensitive and thoughtful girl, and the "darker seasons," as her daddy liked to call Fall and Winter, tended to invigorate these things in her. Daddy also called it "the season of death," but Red just saw it all as a season of change.

She walked through town for about ten minutes before she reached the market where she usually did the shopping. It was a small place, owned by Mr. Turlock, an older man that was always nice to her and gave her free lollipops every time she came in. He even gave her discounts on things sometimes even if the things she bought weren't on sale. She liked Mr. Turlock and was looking forward to seeing him again.

She took her daddy's list out of her pocket and went inside, and as soon as he saw her Mr. Turlock said, "Well, hello there, Red. How is my favorite little girl today?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Turlock," Red replied with a friendly smile.

"That's wonderful. What is it you've got on your list this time?" Red recited the items her daddy wanted her to buy and he said, "Oh, well, we've got apples and oranges on sale today. Half price, so you can take as many as you want to."

Red thanked him and began loading her basket. When she had every item on the list (including several extra apples and oranges) she took the basket up to Mr. Turlock's cash register. He rung up the sale and she gave him the twenty dollar bill her daddy had left for her. Mr. Turlock placed the bill in the register and counted out her change, talking to her happily, then handed her a lollipop.

"A sweet for the sweet," he told her. Red thanked him and turned to leave, but stopped when he said, "Red, can you wait just a moment, please? I have a favor I would like to ask of you."

"Sure, Mr. Turlock," she said. "What is it?"

"Well, as you know, I have a daughter who is just about your age." Actually, Red hadn't known that, but she didn't say anything. "She is also about your size, and her birthday is coming up soon, and I bought her something, but I'm not quite sure it's right for her. I was wondering if you could help me to decide." Before Red could answer Mr. Turlock took her gently by the arm and said, "Come with me into the back room and I'll show you what I got her."

Red wasn't sure she should go, not because she didn't trust Mr. Turlock, but because she knew she had to take the apples to her grandmother's house before she went back home, and she didn't want to get back home late. But her curiosity got the better of her; she wanted to see what Mr. Turlock had bought for his daugther.

She followed him through a narrow doorway and down a narrow hall to another doorway. Mr. Turlock opened the door and went inside, motioned for her to come with him. Red went into the room. It was small, and crowded with a desk and a chair and two filing cabinets, and dimly lit with a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. There were papers neatly stacked on the desk, and an adding machine and a coffee cup holding several pens and pencils. In the corner on the other side of the desk was a coat rack, and hanging on one of the hooks was a very pretty dress, white with tiny pink flowers all over it. Mr. Turlock took it off its hook, turned to face her, and held it up in front of him.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's very pretty," Red said. "Your daughter will like it very much."

"Yes, I think so too. But Red, I have just one problem. You see, I'm not sure that it will fit her. You remember I told you that you are the same size as she is. Well, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to try it on for me, so that I can see if it fits."

Red couldn't help but smile. She wanted very much to wear the dress.

"Okay," she said. She took the dress and asked, "Where can I go to change?"

"Oh, you don't need to go anywhere," Mr. Turlock said. "Just go ahead and change right here. I don't have a dressing room like the department stores."

He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms and Red realized he wasn't going to leave, he was going to stand there and watch her change. She thought that was kind of odd but she didn't say anything. She just set the dress down on the chair and removed her coat, then began to unbutton the front of her dress. Mr. Turlock's eyes followed her hands, and when she had her dress undone and pulled it open, they narrowed and focused exclusively on her small round breasts.

Red was embarrassed, but she didn't stop. After all, she'd promised to do him a favor, and even though she hadn't realized what the favor would entail, she didn't like to break her promises. She decided to just pretend Mr. Turlock wasn't there and continued to disrobe, pulling her dress down her body until it lay around her feet and ankles. She stepped out of it, clad now in nothing but her panties, and picked Mr. Turlock's daughter's pretty white dress up from the chair. She imagined it was hers, that her daddy had bought it for her just because he loved her (he did that kind of thing sometimes), and slipped it over her head. She put her arms through the holes, then pulled it down until it was on her correctly. It buttoned up the back but she couldn't quite reach the buttons.

"Here, let me," Mr. Turlock said. He went behind her and fastened the buttons one by one. When he was done he said, "Alright, turn around and let me see how it fits."

Red did as she was told and he looked her over from head to toe.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice low. "You are a very beautiful little girl, Red, and the dress looks wonderful on you."

"Thank you," Red replied.

"Maybe I'll buy one of these for you, since you look so lovely in it. Would you like that, Red? To have a dress like this for yourself?"

"I'd like that very much, Mr. Turlock. But I don't think I could-"

"Of course you can," Mr. Turlock said. "Just a small gift to repay you for your business at my store, and your pleasant company." Red thanked him again and he said, "You're very welcome. Unfortunately, I have to ask you now to take this one off so I can wrap it for my daughter. Turn around, please, so I can undo the buttons."

Red turned around and he slowly unfastened each button, then just as slowly pulled the dress down over her shoulders. She watched as the dress slipped down her young body and fell in a pool of cloth around her feet. She lifted a foot to step out of it but stopped suddenly when Mr. Turlock's arms came around her waist. His hands touched her belly for a moment, then drifted up over her breasts. He covered them with his large warm hands, pressed down slightly, then very gently squeezed them.

Red didn't know what to do. No one had ever touched her like this before. She knew it wasn't right, but she was too afraid to ask him to stop, so she just stood there motionless, watching his hands as they fondled her small breasts. He rubbed and kneaded them tenderly, almost like he was afraid of hurting her, and his hot breath was wafting over the top of her head.

"You're such a good little girl," he said softly, "so beautiful and sweet. So soft. A lovely young flower just beginning to bloom." He kissed the top of her head. "My sweet little Red. Tell me, have you ever had a man do thngs like this with you before?"

"No," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Something of a surprise, I would say. Your father's never done anything with you?"

"No."

Mr. Turlock hmmed, then took one of his hands away from her breasts, moving it behind her. He began fumbling with something and Red suspected he was undoing his pants. She wasn't entirely sure why he would be doing that, but she figured it had something to do with his thing.

He spent several moments fumbling, then he took hold of her wrist and said, "Bring your hand back here," and pulled it toward him. She felt her fingers touch something, then Mr. Turlock wrapped her fingers around a strangely warm and meaty object shaped like a sausage. It was his thing, alright.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, breathing warm breath into her hair.

"Yes," Red replied. "It's your thing. Daddy calls it a cock, but he says I can't use words like that."

"Do you know what to do with it?"

"No. Daddy uses his to pee." Red felt bad because she wasn't exactly telling the truth; she knew that the man's thing was also used to make babies, but the only baby her daddy had ever made was her.

"Stroke it like this," Mr. Turlock said, and began moving her hand up and down on it. "Yes, just like that, my adorable little girl." He took his hand from hers and placed it back on her breast, resumed fondling her as Red did as he said, sliding her small hand up and down on his thing. His cock.

She stroked him and he fondled her for about five minutes, neither of them saying anything, and Red began to feel a strange new feeling inside of her. It seemed to start in her breasts, a warm tingling kind of feeling that spread out through the rest of her body. She felt herself breathing just a little bit harder than normal, and she could tell that her nipples were hard under Mr. Turlock's hands. She couldn' t imagine what was happening to her, but she was too afraid to ask Mr. Turlock.

Mr. Turlock too seemed to be experiencing something. He was holding her closer to him, squeezing her breasts a little tighter (but still not enough to hurt), and kind of moving his hips back and forth a bit. His breathing had changed too, and now he was muttering things into her hair, things like, "Such a good girl," and "My wonderful little girl," and "You're so good to your papa." Red figured he was probably feeling as good as she was, maybe even better, but what happened next completely surprised her.

Mr. Turlock started to moan and make wierd grunting noises, then just stopped and hugged her real tight, mashing her breasts beneath the palms of his hands, then his cock began to move in her hand, feeling sort of like a bird struggling to get free, and then white stuff starting squirting out of the end of it like water from a squirt gun. Red watched it as one, two, three jets of milky liquid spurted upward from the end of his cock, then fell to the floor, splattering on the dark varnished wood. All Red could do was look at it and wonder what the heck had just happened.

Mr. Turlock's cock spasmed a few more times, the white stuff leaking and dribbling out in small drops, then he relaxed and let go of her, taking a few steps away and sitting in the chair by his desk.

"My little Red," he said, out of breath now. "You are an amazing young girl. Simply amazing."

Red didn't think she'd done anything truly amazing, but she thanked him anyway and stepped out of his daughter's dress. She handed it to him, then picked up her own dress and put it back on. Mr. Turlock helped her with the buttons (pausing to caress her breasts along the way), then kissed her forehead and told her, "You come back next time, Red, and I'll give you a very generous discount on whatever you buy."

"Thank you, Mr. Turlock," she replied.

"You're more than welcome."

Mr. Turlock took a handkerchief from one of his pockets, knelt on the floor, and began to clean up the weird mess he'd made. Red put her coat back on, then grabbed up her basket of groceries and started out of his little office, on her way to her grandmother's house.

*****

She walked down the main road that led out of town. She knew she had to get to her grandmother's house, drop off the apples for the apple pie, then go all the way home before her daddy returned from work. It was actually a long way, but Red didn't mind; she enjoyed walking, and the scenery was so nice once she left town and turned onto the narrow dirt road that went through the forest to her grandmother's house. She loved the trees, and the birds always sang so sweetly when she went past. She'd heard scary stories about the forest, about how there were monsters that could gobble you up if you were just a kid, but she didn't believe them; she'd walked to her grandmother's house many times and had never seen a monster anywhere.

Red had been trying not to think about what had happened at Mr. Turlock's store, but now the memory came creeping in. His large hands on her breasts, his breath on the top of her head, and how it had felt to be holding his cock in her hand. The weird way it had fluttered in her fingers, and then that strange white stuff squirting out of it. Was that what made babies? She figured it probably was, and she was glad that she hadn't gotten any of it on her. She was too young to be having any babies. And even if she wasn't, she didn't think she'd want to have Mr. Turlock's baby. He was a nice man, despite being naughty, but she still wanted to grow up and marry her daddy. Red thought about that and wondered if she'd have to do the same kind of thing with her daddy that she'd done with Mr. Turlock. Probably. But the idea of holding her daddy's thing and making it squirt baby juice while he held her breasts in his hands didn't seem to bother her very much.

She was about ten minutes from her grandmother's house when she passed a small log cabin with smoke coming from the chimney. It was a pretty house, and Red slowed down to look at it, but stopped when she heard a noise. Kind of a steady thumping sound. Probably somebody chopping wood. She remembered watching her daddy chop wood, and how she always helped him by taking the split pieces and stacking them in the woodpile, and wondered if whoever was chopping wood needed help. She didn't mind helping people with things, and even though she didn't have much time she figured she should be neighborly. She went around to the back of the house and found a man chopping wood, just like she'd thought. He was tall and muscular, just like her daddy, and he was swinging a huge ax down onto a section of log. The ax struck the log with a loud cracking sound and it split in two. The man then set his ax down and looked at Red and smiled.

"Well, hello there," he said in a deep rumbling voice.

Red said hello and gave him a friendly wave.

"What might your name be, young lady?"

"My name's Laika, but everybody calls me Red."

"Red?" The man looked her over for a moment, then said, "Ah, because of the coat. That's a beautiful coat you have on, Red."

"Thank you, sir. Would you like some help with that firewood? I can stack it really nice for you."

"Oh, no, thank you," the man said. "You're very kind to offer, but I can stack the wood myself. You know what you can do for me, though?"

"What?" Red asked, smiling. At least she'd be able to do something nice.

The man stepped toward her, bowed, and said, "You can allow me the company of a lovely young lady as I eat lunch."

Red felt herself blushing. She liked to be told she was lovely. The man held out his hand and she took it. He told her his name was Tom Hardin, then asked her if she liked chicken sandwiches as he led her into the house. He sat her down at his kitchen table and began preparing lunch. He whistled and talked as he worked, telling Red about his life in the woods, how much he enjoyed living outside of the city, among the trees and the rivers and animals. He hunted his own dinners and grew his own vegetables and chopped his own firewood, and according to him it not only kept him healthy but made him a very contented man. Red didn't have any trouble believing him, because even though her daddy worked at a job in town he was a lot like Tom Hardin, and her daddy too was very contented with his life.

After they were done eating lunch Red thanked Mr. Hardin and said that she had to leave so that she could get to her grandmother's house.

"Of course," Mr. Hardin said. "But Red, before you go, I was hoping you would be kind enough to do one more small favor for me."

"Okay," Red replied. "What would you like me to do?"

"Come with me into the other room and let me explain to you what I need."

Mr. Hardin led her out of the kitchen and through a small living room, into an even smaller room that contained just a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. At first Red thought maybe he wanted her to help him make his bed, since it was all messed up, but Mr. Hardin, once they were in the room, asked her to sit with him for a minute. They sat together on the end of the bed and he put his large muscled arm around her tiny shoulders.

"Red," he said, "I know that I told you that I'm a contented man, and in most respects I am. I'm very happy with my life here in the woods. But there is a small part of it that leaves me kind of unhappy."

"Really?" Red asked. "What part is it?"

"Well, the truth is that I'm lonely. I live here all by myself, and while I do have a few close friends who live around here too, I don't have a wife, or even a lady friend to keep me company."

"That's too bad, Mr. Hardin. But how can I help you with that?"

Mr. Hardin still had his arm around her shoulders, and now his other hand came around in front of him and he touched her leg just above the knee as he said, "Red, I would like it very much if you would be my little lady friend. Just for a short while."

"Okay, Mr. Hardin, I'll be your friend. What is it lady friends do to keep you company?"

Now his hand moved from her leg up to her chin. He touched her there, then caressed her cheek with his fingers while he looked directly into Red's eyes.

"They do a lot of different things," he said. "But I think we should begin with something simple and easy." He let his hand drift back down along her neck and chest until he reached her breasts. He cupped one in his massive hand.

Red suddenly understood what he meant. He wanted to do naughty things with her, probably the same kind of naughty thing Mr. Turlock had done. She wasn't so sure about it; she'd just met Mr. Hardin, after all, he was still practically a stranger. But at the same time he was obviously very nice, and she had promised to be his lady friend.

He kissed her forehead, then began unbuttoning the front of her dress. Red watched as each button came undone, then the dress came open and her small breasts came into view. Red looked at them, trying to see what Mr. Hardin and Mr. Turlock thought was so fascinating about them. They were too small, and even though they were round and pale and had pretty little pink nipples, she couldn't understand why it was so important for them to touch her this way. Except it did feel sort of good to feel Mr. Hardin's hand on her now, lightly caressing her, running his fingertips over her nipples and making them get hard.

"You have a beautiful little body," he told her.

"Thank you," Red replied. She felt she should give him a compliment too but she couldn't think of anything to say, although in her mind she could see him the way he'd looked out in the yard, chopping wood, with all of his bunching and gleaming muscles. She didn't know why she liked him like that but she did, and she found herself taking a slow deep breath.

Mr. Hardin continued to caress her breasts for another minute, then kissed her cheek and stood up. Red thought he was going to want her to hold his cock now the way she'd held it for Mr. Turlock, but when she started to stand he put one of his large hands on her shoulder and said, "No, my lovely lady, you can stay where you are."

He stood in front of her and began to open his pants. Red waited, wondering what was going to happen next. When he had his pants open, Mr. Hardin took out his cock, and she saw that it was much longer and thicker than Mr.Turlock's. It seemed impossibly hard, and it was pointing straight at her nose. Mr. Hardin stroked it with one of his big hands, and with the other touched the top of her head. Red looked up into his face, unsure of what he wanted her to do. He was looking down at her with a strange, intense look in his eyes.

"Open your mouth, little girl," he said.

Red continued to meet his gaze for another moment, then looked back down at his ironlike cock. It looked too big to fit, but Red did as he asked. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and Mr. Hardin stopped stroking his cock and brought it up to her lips. He pushed the knobby part in, then a little bit more after that, until it hit the back of her throat. Then he let it go and took hold of her hand. He brought it up and wrapped her fingers around his cock and Red, already knowing what to do since Mr. Turlock had shown her, began to stroke it. As she did this she thought about what had happened to Mr. Turlock and how he'd squirted his baby makers onto the floor. She figured that would happen to Mr. Hardin too, and wondered if she should take his cock out before it did. She didn't think she wanted all that stuff in her mouth, but at the same time she was afraid that Mr. Hardin might get mad or disappointed, so she decided to just let him tell her what to do.

Mr. Hardin began to moan, just the same way Mr. Turlock had, and caressed her hair and held her ponytail in his hands. Red continued to move her hand slowly up and down on his cock while the part that was in her mouth moved back and forth a little, bumping against the back of her throat and sliding against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She did this for several minutes, until finally she felt his cock swelling up. She continued to stroke him but pulled her mouth back a little bit, thinking that if he didn't want her to take it out then at least she could make it so that the stuff would squirt onto her tongue and not all go straight down her throat.

A moment later Mr. Hardin groaned and his cock began pumping and his stuff, which was surprisingly warm and salty, began pouring into her mouth. The first gush of it did go down her throat and she had to swallow it, but the rest just kind of pooled inside her mouth, becoming a big gooey glob on her tongue. Red waited until his cock stopped pumping, then took it out and began looking around to see if she could find a place to spit his stuff out.

"Use this, sweet girl," Mr. Hardin said, holding out a handkerchief.

Red took it and spit his stuff into it, then wiped her mouth as Mr. Hardin put his cock back in his pants. There was still a light film of it on her tongue and the roof of her mouth and she had to slither her tongue around to gather it up, then accidentally swallowed it. She wished it didn't taste so bad, and was hoping Mr. Hardin didn't ask her if she liked it. Red tried to tell the truth whenever she could.

Mr. Hardin sat down next to her on the bed, put his massive arm around her tiny shoulders, and gently hugged her to him.

"You did a fine job, my beautiful lady friend," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Hardin."

"Please, call me Tom." He kissed her forehead.

"I have to leave now, Mr....Tom," Red said as she buttoned the front of her dress. "My grandmother needs apples so she can bake her pie."

"Of course, Red." Mr. Hardin stood up and took her hand and she stood up as well. "But please come back for another visit some time soon. You're a delightful little girl and I would like very much to spend some more time with you." He hugged her and kissed her again on the forehead.

"I'll try, Tom," Red said.

Mr. Hardin walked with her to his door, said goodbye and wished her a safe and pleasant trip, then waved as Red started off down the road, once again on her way to her grandmother's house.

*****

She wished she could walk leisurely and enjoy the beautiful forest, but she was pretty much in a hurry now. Red didn't want to run out of time and be late getting home, so she took quick steps as she made her way down the dirt road that would take her to her grandmother's house. As she went along, she thought about what had happened with Mr. Hardin, and with Mr. Turlock before that, but she couldn't understand what it was all about. She knew it had something to do with making babies, and she'd been able to see that doing it gave them good feelings, but because she was so young she wondered why they would want to make babies with her. Why didn't they just get a lady friend that was older and would be able to have babies for them?

Not that she minded too much. The first time, with Mr. Turlock, she'd been nervous and didn't really know what was happening, and so hadn't been able to appreciate the feelings that had occurred in her own body, but with Mr. Hardin she'd known a little more and was able to relax a little bit, and she'd discovered that she liked those feelngs very much. And because of those feelngs she decided that what Mr. Turlock and Mr. Hardin had done wasn't so bad after all. It was naughty, but she still thought it was okay, and if she had the chance to let them make babies with her again she would let them.

She thought about this all the way to her grandmother's house, recalling exactly what had happened, replaying each touch and sound in her mind, and by the time she went through the little gate in her grandmother's front yard she was feeling very warm between her legs.

Red walked up to the door of her grandmother's house, knocked lightly, then opened the door and went in. The house appeared empty, which was unusual because her grandmother normally sat in her living room in the afternoons, either reading or working on one of her knitting projects. But she wasn't there.

"Grandmother?" Red called out, but there was no answer.

She went through the living room and into the kitchen, calling her grandmother's name, set the basket of groceries down on the kitchen table. She looked in the laundry room, then went back through the living room to her grandmother's bedroom. She was still calling out but there was still no answer, and still no one around.

What could have happened to her? Red asked herself. Where could she have gone?

There were two spare bedrooms, which her daddy and she used whenever they visited and stayed overnight. Red went to the first one, the one her daddy would sleep in, and looked but there was no one there, either, so she checked the other bedroom, the one she always used.

"Grandmother?" Red called as she opened the door and stuck her head in to look.

There was someone on the bed but it wasn't her grandmother. It was a man, about her daddy's age, but not handsome like her daddy. He was laying on the bed without any clothes on, and Red could see that he was lean and had lots of hair on his body. He was holding his cock in his hand and slowly stroking it and looking straight at her with large unsettling eyes.

"Hello there, little girl," he said in a deep and frightening voice. "My name is John Wolf. What's yours?"

Red was afraid and wanted to run, but she was more afraid for her grandmother. Had he done something to her? Had he scared her away?

"Where's my grandmother?" she asked.

The man smiled, but it was more like a leer as his eyes traveled up and down her body.

"Don't worry about her," he said. He was still stroking his cock, slowly up and down the shaft. "I haven't harmed her, I've just....put her somewhere. I was hungry and she wouldn't let me eat."

"Where is she?" Red insisted. "I want my grandmother."

The man's leer disappeared and he said, "I told you not to worry about her. She's fine where she is, she's just....unable to move for now. I've eaten and I'm full, and I'll be going soon. But before I do, I think I might like a small desert."

Red's fear suddenly grew very large inside of her and she knew she had to get away. She turned and ran out of the room, hoping to get to the front door, but before she even made it through the living room the man had caught up with her. He grabbed her by the arm and Red screamed. A moment later his other hand was over her mouth and his arms were around her body and he was dragging her back toward the bedroom.

Red tried to fight but he was too big and strong. The man pulled her through the doorway and into the bedroom, then threw her onto the bed. Red screamed again and immediately tried to get away, but the man was suddenly on top of her, forcing her back down onto the bed. He used one arm to hold her down while he tore at her dress. It ripped open down the front, exposing her breasts, and the man took one of them into his mouth, sucking and gnawing on it like an animal.

Red continued to scream as she struggled against him. She hit him with her little fists but he didn't seem to even feel them, so she grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled. The man growled and yanked his head away, then slapped her across the face. The blow hurt her and made her dizzy, but Red wouldn't stop fighting.

She continued trying to get away and the man had to struggle to keep her pinned beneath him as he reached under her dress and tore her panties off of her. She hit him and tried to scratch him but the man was relentless. He reached between their bodies and pulled his cock out of his pants and Red realized he was going to try to make babies with her, only he was going to put it in her special place instead of her mouth.

She screamed again, and as the man tried to put his hand over her mouth she bit his fingers. The man cried out in pain, then slapped her again. Red's mind spun and she knew that it was hopeless. The man was going to force her to make babies if she couldn't stop him. But maybe she could keep him from putting it in her.

She reached down between them and grabbed his cock, just above where he was holding it himself, and began to stroke it just like she'd done for Mr. Turlock. She did it quickly, hoping that the faster she stroked him the faster he would squirt. The man, obviously confused by her action, stopped trying to force it in her and relaxed a little on top of her.

"Change your mind, little girl?" he half growled in her ear.

Red didn't reply, she just kept stroking him. The man moaned and groaned, even began to move his hips a bit, making his cock move back and forth above her tummy, and in just a short while he was making the same kind of grunting noises that Mr. Turlock and Mr. Hardin had made. Then came one long low moan and his cock began to pump and squirt his stuff out onto her body. It splashed in a line from her breasts down to her belly button in two or three jets, then dribbled over her tummy and down to her special place. Red continued to stroke him until he was done, then he collapsed on top of her and she collapsed too.

The man, breathing heavily, kissed her neck and said hoarsely, "Don't think I'm finished, little girl. I'm just resting. As soon as I'm able I'm going to fuck you."

Red blinked at the dirty word, but only in part because it was dirty. She knew what it meant too, and she realized that her plan had failed and he was going to hurt her anyway. She tried to think of a way to escape, and suddenly had an idea.

"Mr. Wolf?" she said, glad that she'd been able to remember his name. "I guess I won't mind if you wanna make babies with me, but could you please let me clean the stuff off my tummy first? I promise I won't try to escape."

"Really. And why should I believe you, little girl?"

"Well," Red said, forcing herself to say the next part, "because I know now what a large....cock you have."

"Yes," the man growled, "the better to fuck you with. In your tight little cunt."

"And I think I would like that, Mr. Wolf. I have changed my mind, and I want you to do it. To....fuck me. I think it would feel good. But please, I'd like to clean up first. I want to be clean for when you fuck me."

The man thought about it for a moment, grunted, then said, "Alright. But I'm going to hold on to you the whole time. You try to run and I'll rip your throat out and fuck your dead body. You understand, little girl?"

"Yes, sir, I understand. I won't try to run."

The man got up off of her and pulled her roughly up by the arm. She almost fell down as she crawled off the bed, then stumbled out of the bedroom and to the bathroom, the man still holding her arm. Once in the bathroom Red opened the cabinet under the sink and bent over, pretending to reach for one of the hand towels stored inside.

"Aren't you going to take your dress off?" the man asked.

Red didn't reply. Her fingers closed around the leaded crystal jar her grandmother kept behind the hand towels, the one that held all of her scented soaps, and she brought it out quickly, shoving it directly upward and into the man's nose. She heard a dull thud and a strange crunching sound as the jar connected and the man's head snapped backward, blood suddenly pouring from his nose. Red, not really thinking about what she was doing, stood up and hit him again, right in the mouth, and she could feel his teeth breaking. He fell to the floor, almost knocking her down, and she swung the heavy crystal jar again, striking him on the back of the head. The man collapsed in a heap in front of the toilet and Red dropped the jar, turned and ran out of the bathroom, screaming for her grandmother.

*****

She found her grandmother bound and gagged in the closet of the very same room where the man had tried to hurt Red. She'd been roughed up a little, but otherwise was unharmed, and when Red got her untied she called for the police and they came out and arrested the man. They told her that his real name was not John Wolf but Lester Grange, and that he was wanted for hurting several little girls that lived in the area. They said that he typically stalked a girl for some time before attacking her, and that more than likely he'd been following Red for as long as a few days before he chose to lay in wait for her at her grandmother's house.

After the police took the man away Red and her grandmother cried and held each other, then her grandmother took Red home. Her daddy was already there by the time they arrived, and he was very worried because she was so late. When he saw Red and her grandmother coming up to the house, Red's daddy burst out the front door and ran to her, scooping her up in his arms and giving her a strong hug. He kissed her face several times, saying ,"Oh Red, I'm so glad you're home! Are you alright, my darling?"

"Yes, Daddy," Red said happily. A moment later she burst into tears and wept against her daddy's chest for several minutes.

Her daddy took her into the house and her grandmother explained to him what had happened, and how brave little Red had been. Then Red's daddy too cried for a few moments, mostly because he was glad that his little girl was alright now.

Red's grandmother, after making sure that she was alright, went home. Red's daddy took her into the bathroom, helped her out of her damaged clothes, and bathed the day's events from her body in the bathtub. Red had calmed down by this time, and even seemed to be getting some of her natural cheerfulness back, and when his hands moved efficiently over her young body with the bar of soap she told him that what he was doing made her feel good.

He continued to rub the soap over her, up and down her back and around her shoulders, over her small breasts and down her tummy. He reached into the warm water to soap her legs, then rubbed the bar of soap on the spot between them. On her special place, which the man had called her cunt. Red could feel the bar moving smoothly against the lips of her cunt and she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Do you like that, darling?" her daddy asked in a soft voice.

"Yes," Red replied. The warm and nice feelings flowering inside of her made her hold her breath and she couldn't say more.

"Do you want me to keep doing this?"

She nodded her head and her daddy continued to rub the bar of soap between her legs. At the same time he reached around her with his other hand and began to rinse the lather from her breasts, splashing her with water then rubbing his hands over them. This made Red feel even better and she sighed some more. She always loved it so much when her daddy gave her a bath. She knew it was sort of naughty, almost like what Mr. Turlock and Mr. Hardin had done to her, but she'd never minded before, and now, even though he was touching her breasts in a way he never had, it seemed like it wasn't wrong at all.

Her daddy continued to rub her with the soap while his other hand roamed over her wet breasts, caressing and squeezing her, making her nipples hard and sending nice warm feelings through her young body. Those feelings connected with the tingling and flowering feelings between her legs and Red began to breathe heavier and feel weak in her arms and legs. She relaxed in the bathtub, but at the same time tensed her legs and began to move her bottom forward and back, matching the rhythm of her daddy's hand as the soap slid up and down on her cunt. Soon the warmth inside of her seemed greater than the warmth of the water that surrounded her, seemed almost to grow into a fire, and she gasped and let out a little moan as it burst within her. Her daddy spent another minute or so rubbing her and fondling her breasts until the wave of pleasure flowing through her had subsided, then he kissed her and hugged her.

"My darling Red," he said softly in her ear, "you've had such a long day. Would you like me to put you to bed now?"

"Yes, Daddy," Red replied, her voice low and wavering. She was still a little bit short of breath.

Her daddy helped her out of the tub, gently dried her body with a towel, then took her by the hand and led her into her bedroom. He took her favorite nightgown out of her dresser drawer and slipped it over her head, then smoothed it out over her body. Red climbed into her bed and pulled the covers over her, then her daddy sat next to her on the edge of the bed and took her in his arms. He kissed her face, then hugged her. Red enjoyed being in her daddy's strong arms, liked the way he was stroking her long blonde hair, and she snuggled her nose against his broad muscular chest.

"I'm sorry, Red," her daddy said softly, "for what happened to you at your grandmother's house." She'd told him every detail, even the naughty ones.

"I know, Daddy," Red replied, "but I'm alright now."

"I'm glad. And I'm glad that you can take care of yourself. You're a very brave young girl."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"But Red, I'd like to ask you some questions."

"Yes?"

Her daddy continued to stroke her long blonde hair, which was still a bit damp from her bath.

"Has anyone else....touched you....in the way that the man at Grandmother's house touched you?"

Red swallowed, knowing that she couldn't lie.

"Yes, Daddy," she said. She told him everythng that had happened at Mr. Turlock's store, then what had happened with Mr. Hardin. When she was done, her daddy was silent for a minute and Red worried that she was in trouble now. Finally, her daddy spoke, and she was surprised to see that he didn't sound mad at all.

"My sweet little girl," he said. "You're growing up so fast. Becoming a woman. And other men can see that, and they feel attracted to you, they want to be able to behave with you the way they would behave with a woman. Do you understand that, darling?"

"Yes, Daddy," Red replied. "And I'm not angry with them. They were gentle and kind, not like that man."

"I know. And Red, when they were doing those things with you, how did you feel? Did you feel pleasure when you did those things with them?"

"Yes, Daddy. But I felt naughty too. Because I'm still so young."

"But you enjoyed being naughty, didn't you, Red? At least a little bit?"

Red felt herself blushing against her daddy's chest.

"Yes," she said. "Being naughty is kind of fun."

"Yes, it can be a lot of fun. But what if you and I did naughty things together? Would you think that was fun?"

"But we do, Daddy. When you give me my bath. And I like it very much when you give me my bath."

"Would you like it if we did things like what Mr. Turlock and Mr. Hardin did?"

Red thought for a minute, trying to see in her mind her daddy doing those things to her, then said, "I think I would like it, Daddy. Even more than with them, because you're my daddy and I love you."

Her daddy hugged her a little tighter and kissed her head and said, "I love you too, Red, more than anyone else in the world."

It seemed like he wanted to say more, but didn't. Instead he just held her for another few minutes, stroking her long fine blonde hair and giving her occasional kisses. Then, still not saying anything, he got up from the bed and pulled the covers down all the way to her feet, then laid down next to her. Red moved her pillow over a little so they could share it.

Her daddy smiled and kissed her nose, then took her in his arms again and kissed her on the lips. At the same time he touched and fondled her breasts, and immediately Red felt a return of the pleasant feelings she'd experienced in the bathtub. Her daddy squeezed and fondled her gently for a few minutes as he continued kissing her, then lay on his back and opened his pants. Red watched, curious and fascinated because she'd never seen his cock before. When he pulled it out she saw that it was just as big as Mr. Hardin's cock, and she wondered if he was going to put it in her mouth. Red thought she'd like it if he did; she liked the idea that she'd be able to give her daddy as much pleasure as she'd given Mr. Hardin. And Mr. Turlock, for that matter.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" her daddy asked.

"Yes, Daddy."

"You're not scared or anything?"

"No," Red said. She was a little nervous now, but she wasn't scared.

"Remember what you did with Mr. Hardin, Red? I'd like you to do that for me if you want to."

"Okay, Daddy."

Red scooted down on the bed a little, then leaned over her daddy's stomach. She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it, then brought her mouth down on it. It filled her up just the same way Mr. Hardin had, and she could feel the knobby part at the back of her throat. She made the same adjustment, keeping the end about halfway in so that he wouldn't squirt straight down her throat, then just held it there with her lips while she stroked him. Her daddy's hand slipped under her and held and fondled one of her breasts, and Red felt the warmth in her cunt growing again.

She stroked him for a minute or two, thinking about how much she loved her daddy and how she wouldn't really mind if he squirted in her mouth; she would still find it unpleasant, but she woudn't complain or anything. She just loved him so much and wanted him to be happy.

But her daddy didn't squirt in her mouth. She thought he was about to, because his cock was beginning to swell up like Mr. Hardin's and Mr. Turlock's, but before it could happen he touched her chin and asked her to stop. Red did as he asked and took her mouth off of him. She turned and looked at him and he softly told her, "Lay down on your back, sweetheart."

She realized that her daddy wanted to do something new and different from what Mr. Turlock and Mr. Hardin had done, and figured it was probably what the man at Grandmother's house had tried to do. Now her heart was beating hard in her young chest, but she did as he asked and laid flat on her back, telling herself that her daddy wouldn't hurt her the way the man had tried to hurt her. She knew he would be gentle and loving with her.

Her daddy lifted the end of her nightgown, pulled it up to her waist, baring her legs and her hips and her cunt, then touched her knees and guided her legs open. Red brought her feet up a little and stretched her legs out to each side as far as she could, then waited nervously as her daddy crawled on top of her.

"Are we going to make babies now?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

"Don't worry, Laika," her daddy replied. "You're still too young to make babies."

"Is this what you and mommy did? Back when she was still with us?"

"Yes, it is. This is the way we made you. But you don't have to do it if you don't want to, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop?"

"No. I want to make babies with you, Daddy, even if I can't really have babies. I want you to love me like you loved Mommy."

Her daddy smiled at her, but in a way that seemed like he was about to cry, then kissed her lips and hugged her, pressing his long hard cock right on top of her cunt.

"It's going to hurt at first," her daddy told her. "But the pain will fade, darling. Is that alright?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He kissed her again, then reached between them and took hold of his cock. He brought it up to the lips of her special place and started to push it in, and Red was surprised because even though it felt strange it didn't hurt. But then he kept pushing and it slid further into her and suddenly she felt a pop and a sharp pain inside of her and she yelped. She gripped her daddy's shoulders and squeezed, and even though it continued to hurt she didn't ask him to stop as he continued to push into her. Red thought her entire tummy was going to tear apart as her daddy's big cock invaded her, pushing deeply into her and stretching her insides more and more, but she just closed her eyes and held her breath until he was done pushing.

She gasped from her effort, and although her daddy asked her if she was alright she didn't say anything. She was breathing hard and the pain was still strong inside of her and she just hoped she wasn't going to start crying. Her daddy kissed her again, then began moving his cock in and out of her cunt. This too made it hurt, but the longer he did it the more the pain actually began to fade, just like he'd promised it would. And, as her daddy continued to push into her, it almost disappeared altogether, and Red began to feel a rush of love and gratitude for her daddy.

Her daddy held her tight and repeatedly kissed her face as he slowly pushed his cock in and out of her body, and Red held onto his broad shoulders and caressed his muscles and kissed him back. She couldn't really think about anything, she could only keep her mind focused on what they were doing together, and listen to his heavy breathing and the masculine moans that escaped from his throat. She had a general and powerful feeling of love for her daddy and was glad that he was making babies with her and she didn't care if it was naughty or not, especially since the pain was almost completely gone now and she was beginning to feel those nice flowery feelings again. It was like a tiny fire, just like what she'd felt in the bathtub, and Red hoped that it would grow and burst just like it did before.

And it did, eventually. It took its time, but as her daddy continued to fuck her and kiss her and caress her breasts it grew and grew, turning into a blaze inside her tummy and cunt, and finally it seemed to explode and dissolve at the same time, and spill like liquid flames through her entire body.

And just after that her daddy groaned and stopped pushing into her. He held her even tighter and his cock began to swell and throb, and a moment later Red could feel it pumping his hot sticky stuff into her cunt.

When he was done, her daddy lay on top of her, breathing heavily and holding her. Red too was breathing hard, and her body seemed to be filled with a strange rippling kind of energy that made her arms and legs tremble. She kissed her daddy's shoulder and caressed his back and told her she loved him.

"I love you too, Red," her daddy replied. "My sweet little angel."

"Did I do as good as Mommy did?"

"Yes, darling, you were wonderful. Just as wonderful as Mommy always was."

"Will we keep doing this from now on? Like I'm your lady friend? Do you think Mommy would mind if we did?"

Her daddy didn't answer for a little while and Red thought maybe she'd said the wrong thing, but then finally he told her, "I don't think your mommy minds, Red. I think she's probably happy that we love each other so much."

"I hope so," Red said. "Because I wanna be your lady friend, Daddy. I wanna make you happy."

"You do, sweetheart, you make me very happy. And I'd like it very much if we could keep making love this way."

He kissed her lips and Red kissed him back, then they fell asleep together on her bed, locked in a sweet embrace, sharing a love that was similar to the kind of love between men and women and yet still unique to a father and daughter.