Daddy Knows Best

Summer Night

Daniel

The injection slid into her arm almost too easily, no struggle, no screaming. I didn't even need to slap her. She just fell straight into my arms so I put her into my car and sped off into the inner city. It was New York summer, and I loved it. Especially in moments like this when the air is still and hot and the sun is setting. I already knew what I was going to rename her when she woke up: Summer. The perfect name for the perfect girl. I grin and before I know it, we've pulled up outside the apartment, Summer still fast asleep in the back of my car. I open my door, get out then pick her up like you might a newborn baby. Cute.

I lay her down in her crib and sigh. It'll be fun when she wakes up.

Kristin's sitting on the couch next to me. She's my old baby, and she'll act like her older sister. She's still my daughter but I needed someone knew. Someone fresh. Someone I could make my baby. And lucky for me Summer wandered right into my plans.

"She's gonna be scared at first." Kristin says matter of factly and I nod. "You need to give her time."
I look at her. "Were you scared?" I ask her. She looks at me like I'm crazy and moves over to me and rests her head on my shoulder.
"Are you kidding?" She asks. I shake my head.
"Jesus, of course I was. If I wasn't then I'd be a fucking psycho wouldn't I?"
I roll my eyes at her. "Watch your tongue young lady."

Then I hear it. The outcry of shock and fear. My baby's woken up.

Ashley

I wake up and open my eyes. I see a baby's mobile hanging over my head and I gasp. Did I OD last night? Drink too much? But if that's the case then where's the thumping headache, the dry throat, the ultimate pain. It should be here by now. I begin to sit up and look around at my surroundings.

I'm in a toddler style room, decorated baby pink with a changing table, dressers, a wardrobe and a table with a big box of toys. Then I look down and notice I'm not on a bed, I'm in a massive crib. It has bars that keep me held in, the sort that unless I get picked up out of it then I couldn't get out. Then I notice something that scares me the most - I'm in a diaper.

I let out a gasp and a few moments later a man walks in.

"Hello Princess. How did you sleep." He asks me.

I glare at him. "Fuck off and tell me why I'm here."

He glares at me. "You're gonna wish you didn't say that Princess." He tells me before walking over and picking me up. I struggle and kick. What the fuck is he doing.
"Please stop!" I say and he looks me straight in the eye and grins.
"Say it like a baby."
I don't know what to do but then he says, "I'm waiting."
"Pwease stop." I lisp and he grins.
"Okay, you won't be punished but I'm gonna take you through to the sitting room. Then you can meet Kristin."
I say nothing as he carries me through to the other room where a girl older than me sits. "Hey Kristin." He says and she looks up and smiles at us.
"Hey." She replies.

Kristin is wearing a pastel blue dress that has a skirt that is very large and sticks out. She's wearing a blue bow in her hair and white socks with Mary-Jane's on. She looks like a character out of a victorian story.

Kristin

When he carries the new baby out I'm surprised. She's only about fourteen. She's terrified, clinging to his neck and peering cautiously around the room. She's cute though. I can kinda see why he chose her.

I pull at my dress. I hate every part of this outfit so much. I used to only have to wear dresses on Sundays when we went to church. But now the baby's come I'm no longer more of a grown-up. Daniel told me my age is four. I have to wear dresses and cutesy clothes every day from now on. And wear pull-up diapers and call him daddy. Once again I will be properly punished and he's decided to move my bed so that I'm sharing with the baby. And I have to lisp. I fucking hate it.

"Daddy?" I ask.
"Yes doll?" He answers smiling at me.
"I'm hungwy." I say. He grins at me and goes to get me a bowl of cereal giving me a couple of minutes to talk to the baby.

I get up and dash over to her. "Okay, we don't have much time. Don't try and escape. He'll find you and punish you worse each time. " I pull up my dress past my frilly panties and show her the scar on my side. "He harvested one of my organs when I ran away. He then raped me and starved me for four days. He also didn't change my diaper for a long time." She looks terrified as I hurriedly tell her this. "How old are you?" I ask.
"I'm fourteen." She replies. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen." I tell her.
"Now your age that he gives you is meant to be one so that's how you act. I'm four." I tell her. "And the places that are out of bounds are; his bedroom, the study, the bathroom - you do your business in your diaper - and the punishment room, unless he takes you in there."
"P-Punishment room?" She asks and I nod.
"Yep."
"What sort of punishments does he do?" She asks but before I have time to answer he comes into the room.

(A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed reading chapter two! Check out my other two stories. They're different to this but kinda similar. Anyway, love ya x )

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