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* THE MILLER CHRONICLES: INTRODUCTION part II by raymond              *
* STORY CODES: M, M, g, g, pedo, rom, nosex                           *
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**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE ****************************
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* This story is fiction.  Yes, that's right - Fiction.  All the       *
* characters have been made up, and what follows did not actually     *
* happen.  The names are not real, and any correlations between this  *
* story and real live events are pure coincidences.  No, honestly,    *
* they are.                                                           *
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* This story contains consensual sexual intercourse between a man     *
* and a young girl.  If you are under 18, or reading this ficticious  *
* story is illegal in your country or jurisdiction, or you feel that  *
* you will be disturbed reading this story, then please stop now.     *
* Otherwise, I hope you enjoy, and urge you to leave feedback -       *
* preferably via email, but through ASSD will suffice!                *
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*************************************************** R A Y M O N D *****
  
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* Quick Additional Information                                            *
The Miller Chronicles started off as a quick story of how a man abducted 
and raped a young girl.  However, as often happens with me, the story took 
off in a different direction than I thought it would.  Parts I, II, and III 
is the introductory story; it begins to tell the story of the characters in 
this and how the family was formed.  I make no excuses – parts II and III 
contain much less action and more character building than the first part; 
when Steve tells of his original intentions during the second part, those 
were my intentions for where the story would originally go but didn't.  
However, I have had ideas of where I can take these characters, which I 
will do as more stand alone stories.  These will not be written in 
chronological order (making the overall title of this story quite ironic 
really), but it is an idea to read Parts I, II, and III first in order to 
get a rough idea of who the characters are and what they are like.  
  
Part I is currently on ASSM as a story entitled 'Sophie'.  (Any reposts 
done will be done under the new title, as will the posting of my story on 
my website).  Parts II and III are a little calmer than Part I; another 
story has been written with more of the same vein which I will post in the 
next day or so.
  
* And now, the story continues...                                         *
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PART II (M, M, g, g, pedo, rom, nosex) 
  
After I awoke, I had a quick look in on Sophie.  Had she been awake, I 
would have fucked her there and then, but she wasn’t, and I’m generally 
speaking a nice guy, and don’t like waking people up.  Making myself a 
quick breakfast, I turned the TV on to watch the news.  There was nothing 
on the national news which was good – I think 2 hours is the quickest 
‘abduction to national news’ speed I’ve seen – but more surprisingly, 
nothing was mentioned on the local news either, despite the fact that there 
was a mention, albeit brief, on last night’s news.  I guessed that Steve 
had managed to push the press away from it, never an easy task when 
children go missing.
  
Steve and I walked in to the Johanssen house, and were met with silence.  
This was almost expected, given that Ellie was at school and Sophie was 
tied up in my spare bedroom.  The plan was to somehow get Ms Johanssen to 
realise that Ellie needed to be in a safer place, perhaps using the fact 
that we knew that she had used Sophie in payment for drugs before, and that 
she was likely to have been taken as a result of that, but as we walked 
into the bathroom, Steve in his police uniform, myself in some comfortable 
but smart clothes and a fake ID badge (not a police one though), we 
realised that such would not be necessary.  The woman was lying on the 
floor, and it appeared that she had OD'd on something.  Steve tried to 
bring her back, but she was too far gone.  Sophie and Ellie were now 
orphans, and it would not be difficult now to take Ellie back to my house 
with us. We could use the same story we were going to spin Ms Johanssen to 
explain what had happened, which could very easily explain the 
disappearance of the two girls, the death of the mother, and also, 
hopefully, get some of this drug dealing scum off the streets.  We went 
into the kitchen and helped ourselves to a drink, and waited for Ellie to 
get home from school.  Despite the fact that she was only six, she was 
allowed to walk to and from school by herself – I guess usually with Sophie 
though – as it wasn't that far away.
  
We grabbed a couple of bags of the girls' clothes and put them in my car 
before Ellie got back.  She walked in at around quarter past three, 
surprised to see a police officer and another man in her living room.  Like 
Steve told me on the phone yesterday, she sure was really cute.  Slim, with 
almost olive coloured skin, and her very dark black hair tied into 
pigtails.  I was tempted to rip her dress off and fuck her there and then, 
but Steve took charge of the situation; Ellie recognised him as the officer 
who she saw yesterday about Sophie's disappearance, and warmed to him 
quickly.  He told her to go and get changed out of her school uniform.  She 
returned about ten minutes later, looking even cuter, wearing a pair of 
jeans (something which I find exceptionally cute and sexy on little girls) 
and a pink T-shirt.  Her hair was still in those adorable pigtails.
  
Strangely enough, when Steve gently told Ellie that her mother had died, 
she didn't seem to be effected that much.  She cried a little bit, but 
surely most six-year-olds would cry their little hearts out on the news 
that their mother had died.  I wondered whether she fully realised what we 
were telling her, and I started to feel sorry for her.  Still, this was 
just a formality.  It wasn't difficult to get Ellie to come with us and 
into the car out the back, and we quickly drove her to my house.  Being a 
copper, Steve was an expert at making sure we weren't being followed or 
anything, and as I had done the day before, we drove into my garage, the 
door closing automatically behind us.  We led the girl through the house, 
telling her that I was going to be her daddy from now on.  She looked at me 
with a little uncertainty, but trusted the nice police officer.
  
Steve and I thought it only fair that we should tell Sophie that their mum 
had died, but thought we'd toy with the girl a bit with it.  Leaving Ellie 
downstairs watching TV, we went upstairs and stood outside Sophie's door.  
We could tell that the girl was awake, and Steve walked in, still in his 
uniform.  I walked in behind him.  The look on Sophie's face was a picture 
when she saw the police officer walk into the room.  She had been rescued!  
Steve walked over to her, looked her naked and tied body up and down, and 
watched her face turn as he started to brush her hand over her small 
nipples and bald pussy.  He stepped back and started acting official.
  
'Sophie Johanssen?' he asked.  Sophie nodded, unable to speak still gagged 
as she was.  'I've some news about your mother – we found her on your 
bathroom floor this afternoon.  We believe that she overdosed, and 
unfortunately we could not revive her.'
  
I'm not a mindreader, but I was certain that Sophie couldn't tell if Steve 
was being serious or not.  Was this some cruel trick we were playing on 
her, or had her mum really died?
  
'Have a nice day ma'am,' Steve said to Sophie, and we left the room.  While 
Steve went back to the Johanssen's house to make the official discovery, I 
started to work on Ellie.  I sat next to her on the sofa, and started 
stroking her hair.  It was so smooth and soft.  My cock was beginning to 
harden, but I wanted to work on this girl to see what qualms she had about 
being naked.
  
'Now then Ellie,' I said nicely.  'What time do you usually go to bed?'
  
'About seven,' she said.  I looked at the clock – it was now half past 
five.  I thought seven was a bit early for a youngster, but didn't say as 
much.  'Well, we'll get you in the bath, then we'll have something to eat, 
then we'll put you to bed.'  Of course, what I didn't say was that I was 
going to eat her pussy, while she would eat her sister's...
  
'OK,' said the little girl.
  
We stood up and walked up into the bathroom.  When we were in there, I 
locked the door behind us, and asked Ellie to undress.  She looked at me 
with a small amount of reservation, then started to undress.  She took her 
T-shirt off first, and stood in front of me topless and with her cute 
little jeans on.  You know what I said earlier about me finding girls 
wearing jeans sexy?  Well, it's even more so when that is all they are 
wearing.  I had such an urge to pin Ellie down on the ground and suck her 
beautiful baby chest, but I didn't give in to the temptation.  She looked 
at me, and asked me what to do with her T-shirt.
  
'Just give it here sweetie,' I said.  She gave it to me, and I carefully 
folded it up, and placed it on the table beside me.  While I was doing so, 
Ellie had started to remove her jeans, and by the time I looked up, she was 
stood there wearing her peach coloured panties and her white lace socks, 
and holding out her sexy jeans to me.  I took them, and folded them up and 
put them with her T-shirt while she took her socks off.  I took a chance to 
look at the girl in front of me.  Her olive skin was all over, not just a 
tan as I had first assumed, and comparing Ellie with Sophie I could tell 
that the two girls probably had different fathers.  Her brown eyes and 
facial features were the same, but Ellie's hair was jet black compared to 
her older sister's brown, and like said, Ellie's skin was darker than 
Sophie's.  Sophie's skin wasn't pale as such, especially when compared to 
their mother's skin – likely that way due to her drug usage which was 
evidentally much more than just a bit of weed as Steve told me last night – 
but next to Ellie there was a definite difference in skin tone.
  
Ellie was hesitating taking her panties off.  I gently told her that it was 
OK to remove them.
  
'My mum always tells me that it's wrong to show strangers your private 
bits,' Ellie said in a quiet voice.  I vaguely noticed the use of present 
tense instead of past tense when talking about her mum.
  
'It's OK sweetie,' I said, 'I'm looking after you.  You're going to be 
living here from now on remember,'
  
Ellie looked at me uncertaintly.  I don't think she fully grasped the 
situation as we had told it to her.  I went over to the youngster and knelt 
down in front of her.  I put my arm around her back, and tried not to be 
distracted by my first proper physical contact of the girl.
  
'Remember sweetie – your mum has died.  She can't look after you anymore.  
So you're going to be living here.  I'll be like your dad from now on.'  
Tears started to fall from Ellie's eyes.  She sniffed.  I gently pulled her 
into me to comfort her.
  
It suddenly occurred to me that I was all that Ellie had now.  Her older 
sister disappeared the day before – so she was in the next room, but Ellie 
didn't know that – and while we were waiting for Ellie to come home from 
school, Steve had mentioned that they didn't have any Next of Kin – Ms 
Johanssen's parents had disowned her when she was sixteen and started to go 
down the alley of drugs.  I've already told you that I had always wanted a 
daughter – it would be entirely possible for me to have two now.  All I had 
to do was to be nice to them, give them a home, and love them as my own.  
It would be easy to accustom Ellie into my way of life, and she would be 
able to live as both a normal little girl, and also as my little sex toy.  
Sophie would be a little harder to tame, especially given that I had 
started rough on her, but I'd manage.  I could legally adopt the two 
sisters.  I could be their actual father rather than their kidnapper.  
Surely Steve would have contacts who would turn a blind eye to the fact 
that I had actually taken the girls unofficially.  It was a turn from my 
usual stance on things, but it would work.
  
'Ssh, It's OK,' I said to Ellie.  'I'm here, I'll take care of you now.'  I 
put my other arm around the girl, and gave her a proper hug.  The almost 
naked six year old put her little arms around me and hugged me back.  All 
thoughts of the girl's sexuality had almost disappeared from my mind.  
Right now, the girl needed somebody to love her, and I was that person.
  
I'm not a bad person really – I just happen to have sexual preferences that 
are considered wrong.  I know why they are considered wrong too, and the 
thought of harming a poor child does touch a nerve sometimes.   OK, so I 
have myself kidnapped two girls before Sophie and Ellie, and raped them in 
various different ways, and then passed them on, but I didn't get 
emotionally attached to them, as I was becoming with Sophie and Ellie.  
Well, not so much Sophie, but it was happening, and now Ellie was in 
understandable distress – partly caused by myself I admit – and I didn't 
like it.  I wanted her to be happy.  My initial plan had been to take Ellie 
into the room where Sophie still lay tied up and gagged on the bed (that 
was a point: I had to get another bed if I was going to be the legal 
guardian of two girls), then force Sophie to watch the rape of her little 
sister, as I had threatened last night,  but I had changed my mind over 
that.  I would indeed have sex with Ellie at some point in the coming days, 
but not straight away.  I could see what she would think about sleeping in 
my bed with me overnight, but first it was time for her bath.
  
'Come on Ellie,' I said.  'Let's get you into this bath,' and with that, I 
removed myself from our hug and stood up.  While I ran the bath, Ellie took 
her knickers off, all embarrassment about being naked in front of a 
stranger having gone.  She handed me the peach garment, and I felt 
strangely empty.  Here was a six year old girl, handing me her underwear, 
standing completely naked in front of me, and of whom I had been waiting to 
fuck since about lunchtime... and I didn't feel anything.  No arousal.  
Either I was losing my mojo as it were, or I was very emotionally attached 
to her.
  
I let the bath water run to about half way before switching the water off.  
Not entirely sure how to be a kind father figure, I asked Ellie if she 
could make sure the water was the right temperature herself.  She dipped 
her hand in and told me it was fine.  She climbed in, while I gave her a 
clean flannel from the drawer where I kept them, and a new bar of soap.  
Again, I strayed from my original intentions of cleaning her myself while 
getting a good feel of her body.
  
'I've just got to check some stuff for you – I'll be back in about five or 
ten minutes,' I said.
  
'OK,' Ellie said, and I unlocked the bathroom and left, leaving the door 
open.  I went downstairs and into the living room, and tried to take stock 
of what was going on.
  
In one room upstairs, I had a ten year old girl tied to a bed, her arms and 
legs stretched to the four corners, and gagged using the tattered remains 
of her knickers which were covered in my cum, her vaginal juices and blood. 
 In the room next to it, her six year old sister sat in the bath, 
blissfully ignorant of her sister's situation.  The girls' mother had died 
during the day, neither of them had anybody else other than me.  I had 
decided that I would try and officially adopt the two girls – hopefully 
Steve would have some contacts who would let me do that under the counter 
as it were – and bring them up as two normal little girls, who would also 
be into me sexually.  It seemed simple enough, but theory is different from 
practice.  I decided to give Ellie a story of the spare room being 
redecorated or something, so she would have a reason for me not letting her 
sleep in there tonight, and during the day take Sophie out of the room, 
somehow nullify her as I assumed that I wasn't her favourite person at the 
moment, reunite the two sisters, and set about the adoption.  I went to 
make a quick phone call to Steve.  It went to his answering machine.  I 
wasn't quite sure what to say to him, so I briefly outlined the fact that 
after a bit of thought, I was hoping to legally adopt the two girls, and 
asked, well implied that I hoped he had some contacts that could do this 
through the back door.  I hung up, and, taking one of Ellie's cotton 
nighties from the bag we had packed, as well as a pair of Sophie's knickers 
and a glass of water, returned upstairs.  Putting Ellie's nightie on my 
bed, I went into where Sophie lay.  I switched on the light, not giving any 
warning this time.  She was still awake.  I wasn't sure whether she knew 
that her sister was in the next room or not, and I didn't ask.  I told her 
not to struggle at all, and untied her arms and legs from the four posts of 
the bed.  I helped her to stand up, where she moved her limbs in what I 
assume was an attempt to relieve the fact that they had been stretched out 
for the best part of a day now.
  
'I bet you're hungry,' I said to her.  She nodded.  'I'll bring up some 
food for you later.  In the meantime, I brought you up a pair of underwear 
to wear, and I'll let you sleep properly tonight.'  She nodded again.  I 
reckoned that she would like the gag taken out of her mouth.  'I'll take 
your gag out if you want – but like last night, you have to stay quiet.  
Don't scream or shout or anything like that.  OK?'
  
Sophie nodded vigorously, and I reached round her back and untied the baler 
cord that held her tattered underwear in her mouth.  My cum and her vaginal 
juices had hardened slightly in her mouth, and traces of blood were on her 
lips.  As with her limbs, she stretched her mouth muscles a bit.  She sat 
down on the bed, then quickly stood up again when I looked at her.
  
'It's OK – you can sit down if you want to,' I said, and she sat down 
again.  I offered her the glass of water.  She took it, and took a gulp.  
She looked slightly revolted at the taste the water took down her throat, 
but took a couple more gulps at it.  She gave the glass back to me.  'It's 
yours – you can finish it off,' I said, and after a pause she downed the 
rest of the drink.
  
After a bit, she spoke.  'Was that policeman real earlier?' she asked 
quietly.
  
'Yes, he was a real police officer,' I replied, expecting the next question 
to be about his actions when he was in the room.  I was wrong.
  
'Was what he told me about mum right?  Is she really dead?'
  
'Yes, I'm afraid so Sophie,' I said.
  
She stayed silent for a bit.  'Where's Ellie?' she asked.
  
I hesitated.  Should I tell the truth, or should I lie?  I decided to tell 
the truth – after all, I had intentions for Sophie to become my daughter, 
and it would be no good to lie to her.  'Ellie is in the bath,' I said.
  
'What?  Here?'
  
'Yes.'
  
'You haven't done anything to her, have you?' she asked.
  
'No.'  Not yet anyway.
  
'Good,' Sophie seemed to breath a sigh of relief.  'What's going to happen 
to us?'
  
'Well, I'm going to try and adopt you both.  I've been told you've no 
family, and knowing the child welfare in this country, you could end up 
going from house to house, and who knows who you'll end up with.  Was I 
told right?  Do you have no family?'
  
Sophie looked down.  'Well, not really.  It was just me, mum and Ellie.'  
She looked up.  'But you hurt me last night.  I don't want to live with 
somebody who hurt me, and I don't want Ellie to live with somebody like you 
either.'
  
This was the tricky part.  I knew that trying to get Sophie to comply would 
be difficult.  I stroked her hair.  'Look sweetheart.  I know I hurt you 
last night, and I'm sorry.  It is true that I like having sex with girls 
like you, and last night was the first time I had had any type of sex in a 
while,' (a little lie there really...) 'but honestly – I love you, and I 
want to love you as my daughter.  And I won't have sex with you if you 
don't want me to again,' I said.
  
Sophie couldn't tell where to look – at me, at the ground, or somewhere 
else.  In the end, she set her gaze upon me again.  'What about Ellie?  
Will you have sex with her?'
  
Yes, I would.  But how could I answer to Sophie, who from what it seemed 
was more motherly towards Ellie than Ms Johanssen was.  'I can't say that I 
won't, but if I do, it'll be because she wants me to, and it won't be like 
I did you last night.'
  
Sophie looked at me with those large brown eyes that I fell in love with 
last night, and I could tell she was thinking about what I was saying.  
'I'll bring up some food in a little while,' I said.  I wasn't sure what to 
say next, as I was about to lock her in the bedroom.  I managed to say 
something, told her not to make any noise or anything, and left the room 
locking it behind me.  I let out a sigh before returning to the six-year-
old in the bath.
  
'I'm done mister,' Ellie said to me, reminding me that I hadn't actually 
told her my name yet.
  
I smiled at her and said, 'Call me Pete.'
  
Ellie smiled back and said 'I'm done, Pete.'  That was a really cute smile. 
 Her entire face lit up.  It seemed that the bath had helped her get over 
her mum and the strange place she was in.  I mused that had I gone straight 
into the sex, I would've missed that smile.  I was looking forward to 
raising Ellie as my daughter, just as I hoped she would enjoy me being her 
daddy.  She stood up in the bath, and as I stood about a foot away holding 
a towel, she climbed onto the edge and jumped into the towel and into my 
arms.  I dried her off, and led her through to my bedroom, explaining as I 
did so that the spare room, which would be hers 'and Sophie's too if she 
came back' was currently being decorated so for at least one night I'd put 
her in my bed.  I didn't say that I would be in the bed too, but I didn't 
say that I would be elsewhere either.  I picked up her nightie – it was a 
one piece thing that just went over her head like a T-shirt – and as she 
stretched her arms up, I put it over her.
  
The fact that I wasn't getting aroused by this had, for the most part, left 
my mind, but came back briefly when Ellie wrapped her arms around me and 
hugged me tight.  Her head came to just above my crotch – perfect height if 
I was to make her suck me off.  There was a bit of stirring in my pants, 
but nothing serious.
  
'Come on – let's go downstairs and have something quick to eat before you 
go to bed properly,' I said. I recalled something my own mum told me about 
not having food too close to going before bed, and told myself to remember 
that in future when bringing up the girls.  I made a few rounds of cheese 
sandwiches – too many for the two of us really, but it was also for Sophie 
upstairs.  I remembered to ask Ellie if she knew if she was allergic to any 
foodstuffs (although I made it easier for her to understand) and she said 
she didn't.  After we had eaten, I put Ellie's empty plate and my own which 
still had one and a half rounds on it back in the kitchen.  I looked at the 
clock; it was about twenty to seven.  I took the girl back up to my 
bedroom, and she lay down on the bed.  It suddenly occurred to me that I 
was in way over my depth here, but I definitely felt something for Ellie 
that I hadn't felt to any girl before.  I was warming more to Ellie than to 
Sophie, just as Ellie was warming to me more than Sophie was – but with 
good reason.
  
'Tell me a story,' Ellie said.
  
A story?  Shit.  I didn't know any children's stories.  I made something up 
– something which I won't bother retelling here as it wasn't the best of 
stories I had made up, but coincidentally it involved a little girl called 
Ellie – and as I neared the end, tucked her into the bed.  I asked her if 
she was afraid of the dark – another afterthought that I hadn't thought of 
before – and she said she wasn't.  As I left the room, I switched the light 
off and closed the door behind me.
  
I went back downstairs, picked up the plate of sandwiches and one of 
Sophie's nighties, and returned upstairs again and into Sophie's room.  The 
light was still on from earlier, and Sophie was lying down on the bed.  She 
had picked up a book from the bookshelf which she was reading – a Garfield 
comic book – and I must admit that she looked quite sexy lying there.  She 
looked in my direction as I walked in, but returned to the book.  I could 
see the profile of her chest, the first time I had seen it like this, and 
it was, for the most part, flat, except those lovely puffy nipples.  She 
was quite slim, but not to the extreme, and unlike her sister, she had 
visible tan lines where she normally had a bra on.  Other than the knickers 
I had brought up earlier, she was still naked, although she had tied her 
hair back into the ponytail it was in when I picked her up.
  
'I've brought you some food Sophie,' I said, putting the plate down on the 
bedside unit.  I noticed that her wrists and her ankles still had red marks 
on from where the baler cord had tied her to the bed.  'And one of your 
nighties too,'
  
'Thanks,' Sophie said.  She put the book down and sat up.  'Do you really 
want to adopt us?' she asked.
  
'Yes,'
  
'Cool,' she said.  This surprised me.  This was a complete turn around.  
She continued on.  'At least you will pay attention to us.  Mum didn't 
usually.  She was usually out of it on something or another.  Most of the 
time, she left it to me to look after Ellie.  I had to do the cleaning and 
the cooking.'  She looked up at me.  'This is going to sound bad, but I'm 
not actually that upset that she's dead.  It does sound really bad, doesn't 
it?'
  
'No,' I said.  'I didn't know your mum, but from what I've seen, and what 
you and Ellie have told me, it does seem as if she didn't pay much 
attention to you two.'
  
'I don't even mind you having sex with me,' she said.  I must have shown my 
surprise.  'It's going to sound weird but after the first part, I started 
to like it.  Apart from the bit where it hurt, it felt really good.'
  
I leant down and kissed her on the forehead.
  
'But I am worried about Ellie though,' she said cautiously.  'I mean, even 
though I liked it, it doesn't mean to say that Ellie will.  You did hurt me 
last night, and I don't want you to hurt her the same way.'
  
'I understand Sophie,' I said.  'You've every right to be worried.  I won't 
hurt her like I hurt you, I promise.'
  
Sophie stood up and picked her nightie up from the bedside table where I 
put it.  She put it down again and looked at me.
  
'Can we have sex again?' she asked me.  'But this time nicely and without 
me being tied up?'
  
I smiled.
  
'Sure thing sweetheart,' I said, and watched as Sophie took her knickers 
down.  I looked at her pussy.  'Are you sure?  You still look a little sore 
from yesterday.'  Normally, the red soreness of a young girl's pussy would 
be an instant turn on – but maybe I was beginning to mellow out, and become 
a (fairly) responsible father.
  
Sophie took her hand and touched it.  She flinched slightly as she made 
contact, but continued to push her finger into her own body.
  
'You're right,' she said.  'It is still a little sore.  Perhaps I can just 
suck you off instead.'
  
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