** SEPTEMBER 10TH - 1983 **

*** POLLY'S BEDROOM - 11:10 PM ***

Greg screws up his face slightly and starts to pant.

Greg Matthews:

Yeah, that's the way. Keep doing that.

Polly draws a breath and continues sliding her body along that of the older man. Greg moans softly.

Greg Matthews:

You're becoming more like your mother every day. I'm impressed.

Polly sighs and obediently lets her small hands run over his chest.

Polly Page:

You thaid you liked that before.

Greg breathes faster and faster as the rhythm between their bodies grows more heated.

Greg Matthews:

I do. You always know exactly what to do to get me excited.

Polly smiles softly, happy to have pleased her stepfather. He thrusts deeper into Polly.

Greg Matthews:

I'm almost done.

Polly lets her arms drop to her side, familiar with the routine. She quietly gazes out of the window, at the night sky. Greg's body tenses and he grunts with satisfaction as he finishes. He rolls over, lying next to her in bed, panting.

Greg Matthews:

That was great. You haven't done it that well for ages.

Polly remains silent, her body still tense. After several moments, she curls up into her pillow, trying to get back to sleep. Matthews jabs Polly in the ribs gently.

Greg Matthews:

I have a surprise for you tomorrow.

Polly blinks her eyes open, looking curiously at him.

Polly Page:

What?

Greg takes a deep breath and slows his breathing.

Greg Matthews:

You know how you do this for me every night, because it's your job as the woman in the house?

Polly looks slightly confused.

Polly Page:

You mean when Mum's not home?

Greg nods slowly.

Greg Matthews:

Well I have a friend and he needs you to do it for him too. I've told him to come around tomorrow so you can help him.

Polly looks momentarily horrified, dropping her voice to a whisper.

Polly Page:

But you said it was just us. That it was our secret.

Greg Matthews:

Well this is part of the secret too, Polly. You have to promise me that you will never tell anyone about this either.

Polly increases the whine in her voice.

Polly Page:

But you promised it'd just be us. What if your friend's really mean?

Greg leans closer towards Polly.

Greg Matthews:

He won't be mean. I'll be watching so he won't hurt you without my say-so. But it is very important that you promise never to tell anyone, Polly. Promise me.

Polly is clearly not convinced.

Polly Page:

But what if he tellth thomeone? Then I could thtill get into twouble.

Greg Matthews:

He won't. And if you do this for me and for him, I'll buy you a really special present. How about a cute little puppy dog? I saw a lovely Bull Terrier the other day and you can look after it.

Polly screws up her face.

Polly Page:

Bull Terrier, no way! The nice big golden fluffy one.

Greg whispers into Polly's ear.

Greg Matthews:

Sure, whatever you like. I'll let you choose it. But only if you're a good girl and you do what I tell you tomorrow.

Polly sighs, defeated.

Polly Page:

Okay, whatever.

Greg Matthews:

And you will never tell anyone about it? On your life?

Polly rolls her eyes, having heard that line too often.

Polly Page:

I pwomise.

Greg nibbles lightly on Polly's ear and his hot breath travels down her neck.

Greg Matthews:

Good girl. We've finished for tonight but I'll be extra generous next time.

Greg runs his hand along Polly's leg, rubbing her inner thigh. He sighs, stands up and walks out of the room leaving her lying there. Polly pushes her head tightly under the pillow, curling up into a ball, immediately falling back to sleep.

** SEPTEMBER 11TH **

*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 7:20 PM ***

Mrs Hampton walks the two boys to the front door, glancing back at Greg.

Mrs Hampton:

Don't you worry about a thing, they'll be just fine. Won't you, boys?

Ian nods happy and punches his friend Tom in the arm.

Ian Page:

We'll have a great time going running and playing cricket and jumping over fences and stealing cookies and hiding in the park and having sword-fights, won't we Tom?

Ian's friend nods.

Mrs Hampton:

Sounds as though I'll have my hands full but I'll see that they get to school tomorrow. Bye Greg. Bye Polly.

Mrs Hampton waves at the little girl, as she follows the two boys out to the car. Greg nods and closes the door behind them.

Greg Matthews:

Just you and me, Polly.

Polly perches on the sofa, her head resting eagerly in her hands.

Polly Page:

Now what was all that about a puppy dog? Or was I dreaming?

Greg Matthews:

You'll see. Now do you remember what you have to do tonight?

Polly shrugs.

Polly Page:

You just said some friend of yours was coming over. I mean, what's the big deal?

Greg sighs.

Greg Matthews:

You know what you have to do with him? I want you to be very eager with him tonight.

Polly Page:

Eager? Can't I just be like normal? He's just like you ain't he?

Greg Matthews:

It's his first time with you, Polly. I want him to be fully satisfied. Just act like you did last night and do the same things with him that you do with me, okay?

Polly heads towards the stairs.

Polly Page:

Okay.

Greg Matthews:

Good girl. And most of all, I want you to smile and act like you are enjoying it. Even if it hurts. Can you do that?

Polly cringes slightly.

Polly Page:

But you said it wouldn't hurt anymore. And how am I meant to enjoy it, I never enjoy it.

Polly looks away quickly, realising she might have just overstepped the boundaries. Greg thinks for a minute.

Greg Matthews:

I'll ask for him to make it enjoyable for you. You'll see, it will feel nice. I think he'll like that, too. His name is Charles, by the way, but I want you to call him "Charlie".

Polly shrugs, not really interested.

Polly Page:

Okay.

Greg Matthews:

Lovely. Now we need to give you a bath before he arrives. He will be here in about half an hour so we need to hurry.

Polly scoffs under her breath.

Polly Page:

You what?

Greg Matthews:

I need to give you a bath, and then I have a little present for you.

Polly still looks slightly surprised, but nevertheless, trudges towards the bathroom.

Polly Page:

What present?

Greg Matthews:

You'll see. You'll be a proper little princess with this on.

Greg and Polly enter the bathroom and Greg shuts the door.

*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 7:40 PM ***

Polly storms out of her bedroom, wearing only a pink dressing gown.

Polly Page:

I am not wearing that! No way!

Greg follows Polly out of the room. He is holding a small sparkly silver gown and a coronet in his hands.

Greg Matthews:

Yes you are. He wants you to and I want you to.

Polly Page:

No way. Uh-uh! I'd look like a fairy!

Greg explains patiently.

Greg Matthews:

That's the whole idea. He wants you to pretend to be a little princess.

Polly crosses her arms tightly.

Polly Page:

No way. Not happening.

Greg gives Polly a stern look.

Greg Matthews:

You will do what I say. Or I will tell him to be very rough with you.

Polly lowers her head, turning back towards her room.

Polly Page:

Whatever.

Greg smiles and presses the outfit into Polly's hands. There is a loud knock at the door downstairs.

Greg Matthews:

God, he's here already! He must be eager. You get changed quickly now, Polly.

Polly silently closes her bedroom door and gets ready. Greg strides downstairs and opens the front door with a grin on his face.

Greg Matthews:

Charles. Good to see you.

Charles shakes Greg's hand warmly.

Charles Brownlow:

And you too. How have you been?

Greg Matthews:

I've been fine. Money is getting a bit scarce but that's happening everywhere today.

Charles chuckles lightly.

Charles Brownlow:

Well no doubt I'll be able to help you.

Greg grins. Charles slips a hundred quid note into his hand.

Charles Brownlow:

I trust everything is running smoothly?

Greg Matthews:

It is. Polly will be down in a minute but how about we have a drink first? To relax?

Greg walks over to the drinks cabinet.

Charles Brownlow:

Of course.

Charles makes himself comfortable on the sofa.

Greg Matthews:

Scotch and soda suit you?

Charles Brownlow:

Better make it a double. Must say, I've never gone for something quite like this before.

Greg slowly pours Charles' drink.

Greg Matthews:

Well I hope we can make your first time as enjoyable as possible. You've never been with a little girl before?

Charles clears his throat.

Charles Brownlow:

No, not little anyway. Just depends what you can get on the streets. Fourteen was the youngest I ever got one of them to admit to. And it was never regular. That's why I was so interested in your, shall we say, long-term proposal.

Greg passes the drink to Charles and picks up his own glass.

Greg Matthews:

Well let's toast to that shall we? A regular supply of income for me and a regular supply of pleasure for you.

Greg clinks glasses with Charles, who smiles briefly, before downing his scotch. The men slowly sip their drinks, Greg looking over towards the staircase.

Greg Matthews:

Polly! Come down here!

Polly quickly paces down the stairs, looking nervously at Greg. He smiles. The young girl is dressed in her fairy princess costume.

Greg Matthews:

Isn't she cute, Charles?

Charles places his glass back on the coffee table and gets to his feet, slowly walking over to the hallway.

Charles Brownlow:

Quite. I see you got the costume and all.

Polly looks timidly down at Charles. She slowly walks down the stairs and stands in front of him, her head bowed.

Greg Matthews:

Polly, this is Charles. Say hello to him.

Polly slowly raises her head and looks into Charles' eyes. She mumbles:

Polly Page:

Hi.

Charles kneels down awkwardly, stroking the child's soft white cheek. Polly flinches slightly from his touch but hides it well.

Charles Brownlow:

I'm Charlie, little miss. You do look very pretty in your costume, you know. How old are you?

Polly Page:

I'm eleven. Are you the man I'm suppothed to help tonight?

Polly's eyes stare up at Charles' hulking form. He smiles, somewhat intrigued by the girl's childish voice.

Charles Brownlow:

That's right.

Charles looks up at Greg with an approving smile.

Charles Brownlow:

Most appropriate. I'm impressed.

Polly's lip trembles slightly.

Greg Matthews:

You should be. She's a proper little fairy princess, just for you. Aren't you Polly?

Polly nods her head and puts on a false smile.

Polly Page:

I'm here to make your dweams come twue.

Polly waves her wand around in a pre-rehearsed fashion. Charles raises an eyebrow in Greg's direction.

Charles Brownlow:

Very impressed.

Greg Matthews:

Excellent. Shall we get on with this?

Greg looks between Polly and Charles.

Charles Brownlow:

Of course.

Polly nods, the smile slipping from her face. Greg gestures upstairs.

Greg Matthews:

Then follow me.

Greg walks upstairs, heading towards his bedroom. Charles and Polly follow him up and they enter the specially prepared room.

Greg Matthews:

Here we are. All prepared.

Greg gestures around the spotless room and nods in the direction of a large four-poster bed.

Greg Matthews:

Is it suitable?

Charles nods with a contented expression.

Charles Brownlow:

Charming.

Polly creeps into the room and stares wide-eyed at the large bed. Charles looks slightly uncomfortable.

Greg Matthews:

By the way Charles, are you planning to use protection?

Charles Brownlow:

That is up to you.

Greg Matthews:

Do you have a preference? I usually don't bother but whatever turns you on, I say.

Charles lowers his voice with a raised eyebrow.

Charles Brownlow:

Do I need to?

Greg Matthews:

Not really. It's probably more fun for both of you if you don't. Can you also try to make sure that she enjoys it? I want her to co-operate and if it feels good then we'll both be happy.

Charles looks slightly suspicious.

Charles Brownlow:

It won't be a problem, will it?

Greg Matthews:

It shouldn't be. But if you want to turn this into a regular thing it would be better if she was actually looking forward to it. Now, I'll leave you two to it. If you need anything, I'll be in the downstairs. Enjoy yourselves.

Greg winks at Polly and leaves the room. Charles takes Polly's hand and leads her over to the bed.

Charles Brownlow:

So, little one, I take it you weren't looking forward to meeting your Uncle Charlie?

Polly looks up at Charles, a terrified look in her eyes.

Polly Page:

I won't stwuggle so long as you pwomise not to hurt me.

Charles looks into the little girl's eyes, gesturing for her to climb up onto the bed, while he slips off his jacket and tie. Polly reluctantly climbs up onto the bed and lies backwards, her gown spreading out.

Polly Page:

What are we going to do first?

Charles beings unbuttoning his shirt, sitting back down next to her.

Charles Brownlow:

Well, we can just get to know each-other a bit, okay?

Polly nods timidly.

Polly Page:

What do you want to know?

Charles strokes the girl's soft blonde hair.

Charles Brownlow:

Well, do you think you could finish unbuttoning my shirt, sweetie?

Polly nods her head slowly and shuffles herself towards him.

Polly Page:

Okay.

She reaches up and slides her hands along Charles' shirt. She carefully unbuttons the shirt from the top down, exposing his hairy chest. She finishes unbuttoning the last button then rubs the palms of her hands along his chest, relaxing him. Charles slides a hand under the child's dress, stroking her thigh.

Polly Page:

What do you want me to do, Charwie?

Charles pulls his shirt off, and carefully removes the crown from the girl's head.

Charles Brownlow:

Wouldn't want this to get broken, would we.

Polly smiles briefly as she continues to rub Charles' shoulders and chest area.

Polly Page:

You have a lot of hair.

Charles chuckles lightly.

Charles Brownlow:

More then your Daddy, eh?

Polly nods shyly.

Polly Page:

He's all thmooth. Even down in his pants there isn't much hair.

Charles undoes the clasp around the neck of the girl's costume, slowly undoing a few buttons.

Charles Brownlow:

Can you undo my trousers, little princess?

Polly reaches across and touches the zip on Charles' pants with trembling fingers. She presses down lightly on the raised area in his pants before sliding the zip downwards. Polly unbuttons the top of the pants and slides the legs of the trousers off Charles' feet. He is left sitting there in his underwear. Charles smiles, very appreciatively.

Charles Brownlow:

Lie down here, next to me.

Polly obediently does as she is told, pressing her small body against Charles'. His erection rubs between her legs. Charles works slowly and delicately, one arm still massaging the girl's inner thigh, the other finishing the unzipping of her gown.

Charles Brownlow:

Take it off.

Polly slides out of the gown. She is not wearing any underwear and the filmy fabric falls to the floor unnoticed. Charles slowly spreads the child's knees with one hand, the other running over her small chest.

Charles Brownlow:

You're a very pretty girl, you know. Your Daddy is very lucky.

Polly Page:

Fank you. He'th gonna buy me a new puppy dog tomorrow.

Polly gasps slightly as Charles' fingers delve between her thighs.

Charles Brownlow:

Now that doesn't hurt, does it angel? Just lie still and think of how nice this feels, okay?

Polly nods, pursing her lips slightly.

Polly Page:

Okay.

Charles continues rubbing and stroking her clitoris softly, his breathing rough.

Charles Brownlow:

Doesn't that feel nice, baby?

Polly screws up her eyes.

Polly Page:

Yeth.

Charles Brownlow:

Tell Charlie how nice that feels.

Polly gasps slightly as the pressure on her clit grows stronger. Charles increases the speed of his stroking.

Polly Page:

It feels all warm and fuzzy. Would you like me to touch you too?

Charles Brownlow:

You can get to me soon, I want to make you feel all nice first. Does you Daddy do this? Make you feel all nice like this?

Polly shakes her head as she struggles to breathe regularly.

Polly Page:

Not often. He's uthually weally wough.

Charles nods, with a smile, notices the moisture increasing.

Charles Brownlow:

Well I won't be rough, sweetie. You just think about how warm and nice that is.

Polly clenches her legs tightly against Charles' hands. Her face is turning slightly red.

Polly Page:

Pwease thtop, that'th too much!

Charles Brownlow:

That's alright sweetie, just enjoy it. Isn't that nice?

Polly's body starts shaking. She lets out a moan. Charles slips several fingers back inside, riding the orgasm with her. Polly falls backwards onto the bed, panting. Charles slips out of his underwear, pressing himself up against the child.

Charles Brownlow:

Now Polly, tell Charlie that you enjoyed that.

Polly dutifully lowers her head.

Charles Brownlow:

Now it's my turn, okay?

Polly Page:

Okay.

Polly is terrified and she closes her eyes. Charles pauses, stroking the child's nipples gently.

Charles Brownlow:

Open your eyes, sweetie, I promise this won't hurt.

Polly opens her eyes and stares up at the ceiling.

Polly Page:

Pwease be gentle.

Charles positions himself over the little girl, running a hand over her face, gazing into her baby blue eyes as he enters her. Gently rocking in and out, he is amazed by the difference three years can make. Polly chews absently on her lower lip as Charles rocks back and forth.

Charles Brownlow:

See, that doesn't hurt too much, does it.

Greg is listening outside the door. He chuckles as he listens to Polly and Charles together. A most successful night. Charles increases his speed, thrusting deeper inside her little body. His voice is ragged.

Charles Brownlow:

I won't hurt ya, little thing. Don't worry.

Charles penetrates the child deeper and deeper, the tension growing. Polly reaches down and spreads her lips to allow Charles greater penetration. She is softly sobbing into his shoulder.

Charles Brownlow:

Tall to me...

Charles trails off, as he struggles for breath.

Polly Page:

You're hurting me! You're hurting my tummy!

Polly moans as Charles' rapid thrusting hurts her. Charles gasps as he finishes inside the girl, rubbing his hands on her thighs and chest as he drags himself into a kneeling position. Polly brings her legs together and slowly unscrunches her eyes. She looks up at Charles with a drained look on her face and lies back on the bed.

Polly Page:

Ith it all over now?

Charles smiles down at her, pushing her fringe back out of her eyes.

Charles Brownlow:

That's it sweetie. You were very good. Did you like it?

Polly hesitates before replying.

Polly Page:

It wath different.

Charles Brownlow:

So you don't mind if I come and see you again soon?

Polly slowly wipes traces of Charles' come off her thighs.

Polly Page:

I gueth not.

Charles Brownlow:

Well that's good. Say, tell me, do you have a favourite toy or game? Or maybe a doll that you like?

Polly nods her head slowly.

Polly Page:

I love care bears.

Charles nods his head, thinking. A smile crosses his face.

Charles Brownlow:

They're the ones with the funny pictures on their stomach's?

Polly nods her head happily.

Polly Page:

I like to snuggle up to them in bed.

Charles Brownlow:

They're different colours aren't they? My daughter likes the green one. What about you?

Polly Page:

I like Cheer Bear. He'th the betht at cheering you up.

Polly finishes cleaning her legs and hops down off the bed. She pads over to the silver gown and puts it back on. Charles begins getting dressed again.

Charles Brownlow:

Is there any bear that you don't have?

Polly Page:

Goodnight Bear. I'd weally love one though.

Charles finishes dressing, and slips the crown back on the girl's head.

Charles Brownlow:

Well, how about we make a deal. I'll bring you Goodnight Bear next time, okay? If you show me your bedroom and be very good like you were today?

Polly thinks about the offer, slowly nodding her head in agreement.

Polly Page:

Okay. When will you be back?

Charles Brownlow:

Well that's up to Greg. Maybe in a few days, all right little miss?

Polly Page:

All wight. I'll thee you then.

The pair walk towards the door and make their way back downstairs.

** SEPTEMBER 12TH **

*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 8:20 AM ***

Polly is sitting at the kitchen table devouring a bowl of corn flakes. Greg walks downstairs, his face unshaven and his eyes blurry.

Greg Matthews:

You're up early.

Polly shrugs, chewing on another mouthful. Greg walks over to the kettle and pours himself a cup of tea.

Greg Matthews:

Did you sleep well?

Polly Page:

Pretty well.

Polly continues stirring the cereal in her bowl, her mind wandering. Greg walks over and places his hand on Polly's shoulder.

Greg Matthews:

How are you feeling?

Polly doesn't look up at him.

Polly Page:

Fine.

Greg sighs.

Greg Matthews:

Talk to me Polly. How are you feeling?

Polly shrugs once again, still not meeting his eyes.

Polly Page:

I said I'm okay, all right?

Greg nods.

Greg Matthews:

Not sore at all?

Greg takes a seat next to Polly who shakes her head, going back to her breakfast.

Greg Matthews:

Your mother's coming home today.

Polly nods, taking a sip of orange juice.

Polly Page:

What time?

Greg Matthews:

One o'clock. We'll be picking her up from the airport so I think I'll let you stay home from school today. I'll go and collect Ian later. Are you all right here?

Polly Page:

'Course.

Polly pauses for a moment.

Polly Page:

What about the puppy?

Greg stops to think for a moment, then attempts to brush the child off.

Greg Matthews:

I'll get it tomorrow.

Polly pouts.

Polly Page:

But you pwomised. Why not today?

Greg walks back towards Polly.

Greg Matthews:

Because I don't have time today. And I don't want to have to explain it to your mother just yet. She'll be gone by tomorrow morning so I can get it then.

Polly looks at him pleadingly.

Polly Page:

But please? I know just the one I want. I saw it at the pet shop on Cheetham Road. And we've got plenty of time before Mum arrives. Otherwise it might be gone! Please?

Greg sighs and gives in.

Greg Matthews:

All right. But you can explain it to your mother.

Polly's eyes brighten as she hugs her stepfather tightly, quickly rinsing her bowl in the sink before running up towards her bedroom.

Polly Page:

Yay!

Greg shakes his head and starts to eat his breakfast.

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