Daddy dearest was long gone and dead.

And Mommy wasn’t faring well at all.

The little girl was starting to lose hope. After her daddy had left them alone, it felt like she was the one who had to be the parent to her mom. And those shifts she worked at the seedy bar got longer and longer, while the time she spent with her little girl became almost nonexistent.

Once Daddy was gone, some mean people told the little girl her daddy was a thief. The kids in the playground teased her relentlessly, calling her daddy a criminal and saying it served them all right that he had finally left and gone to heaven. But they didn’t say he went to heaven. The little girl thought they were all convinced her daddy had gone to hell.

So, she watched her family fall apart, day by day. Her mommy started coming home drunk, bringing with her men that didn’t seem like Daddy at all. She asked the little girl to call them by their names, but she slipped sometimes and called them daddy instead, and it made her mother so very angry. She got slapped whenever she did it, and it only made her panic more, thinking she was surely going to do it again by accident.

The daddies weren’t anything like the father the little girl used to have. But with everything the kids in the playground and their parents said, she wasn’t sure whether she really remembered her daddy at all.

Was he really such a bad man?

Did he really make so many people lose their money, lose their homes, lose their fortunes?

Was he really so bad they all hoped he rotted in the ground?

She worried sick over it, wondering and wondering whether all those people were right. Whether the shadow of the man she used to know as her daddy was who he had been all along. She never did figure it out.

And then another daddy came along, and this one was so very different from the rest.

The first time her mommy brought him home, the man kneeled down next to the little girl and gave her a teddy bear. She’d seen the very one in a store a week earlier, but her mommy told her it was too expensive. She was mesmerized with this new daddy from the first moment.

It really felt like he was their savior, and the little girl was finally happy again.

He would’ve done everything for her mommy, but he definitely had a soft spot for her as well.

He often brought her candy, little presents like books and teddies, and so many other things that made her happy. He even took her to the amusement park her daddy used to take her to when she was much younger. And she liked him a lot, probably more than her mommy did.

The little girl heard her mommy fighting with the man very often. She would scream and throw things, sending them crashing against the wall. It worried the little girl because she thought maybe the man would get sick of it, and get rid of them both. Leave them just like Daddy did.

But it seemed like this man was determined to stay.

He married her mommy on a crisp autumn day, and the little girl got to be the flower girl, throwing rose petals as she walked down the aisle in a perfect little dress. It made her so very happy, and she knew a new of her life was starting. She felt like one of the princesses in the books her new daddy brought her, once they got their happy ending.

But things didn’t go as smoothly as she thought they would.

Her mommy wasn’t well. She stopped working at the seedy bar after they moved in with new daddy. His name was Barron, and he told the little girl he was a very rich man, and he would always be able to take care of her. It made her feel safe and cared for, and she loved him very much.

Mommy wasn’t happy, though. She didn’t work at the bar, but she was still gone most nights. Sometimes she’d come home early in the morning when Barron was helping the little girl get ready for school. She’d giggle and dance around and end up falling on the floor, and it made new daddy angry, and the little girl embarrassed.

One night he sat her down, and explained they were going to sign some papers to make things official. It meant he was officially adopting her, and he was going to be her new daddy. And then he took her out and she had the giantest sundae with a big cherry on top. It was the best day she’d had in a very, very long time.

But mommy wasn’t getting better, not like the little girl. Instead, she was only getting worse and worse, until it seemed like she, too, was just a shell of the person she used to be.

She came home later and later each night.

And then one night, she didn’t come home at all.

Barron was very worried, and so was the little girl. They went around town together trying to find her mother, and their last stop was the seedy bar where she used to work. It was there that they found her.

She’d collapsed in the bathroom of the bar, a needle poking out of her arm which was nasty, black and blue. Her eyes were opened so wide it made the little girl cry. She was gone, Barron said, and he stopped the girl from hugging her mommy goodbye.

He took her home after that. She didn’t want to leave her room for a very long time. She’d never felt more alone, knowing that her mommy was gone forever now, too.

But Barron was amazing. He bought her gifts to cheer her up, stayed home from work and let her skip school so he could help her. And he told her, one night when he’d just finished reading her a bedtime story, that he would never let her go. He’d always be there to take care of her. He’d always be her daddy. So that’s what she started to call him.

It was time for the little girl to grow up. She never thought about it very much, but now that both her parents were gone, Barron told her she’d have to be A Very Big Girl. A Very Good Girl. And that’s what she did.

She excelled in school; she made him proud. And as the years passed and the little girl became a big girl, she became more and more curious, and then more and more angry.

She’d researched her father’s history, looking into what she now knew to be his suicide.

Her father worked for a large company called Knight Communications, and he did some terrible things which nearly collapsed the company when the girl was very little. The man who finally pointed a finger at him was Carter Knight. A young man who had just started working at his father’s company, and had condemned the girl’s father to death.

He lost everything, and so did his family. But most of all, so did the little girl.

Barron was the perfect daddy to her, and he did everything for her. But they both knew he’d never be able to replace the family she had lost, and sometimes it was so very painfully obvious. And sometimes, it hurt too much to think about. But Barron became everything. The sun her world revolved around, her daddy, her best friends.

He paid for an expensive school she went to; he paid for everything she wanted.

And the little girl never questioned it once.

Not even when she caught him staring, swallowing harshly as he watched her grow and blossom before his eyes.

She made herself forget, and she ignored her daddy’s hidden secrets.

As the years passed, so her wrath grew. She was filled with so much anger she could barely hold it back, and she decided that she was going to get back at the man who ruined her life before it even started. She had the perfect plan to do it, too… And it was going to work, no matter what.

Because getting vengeance was the most important thing the little girl had to do.

There was nothing else to live for, anyway.

* * *

I woke up with a moan escaping my lips.

There were fingers between my legs, exploring my pussy, playing with my clit. I opened my eyes slowly, lazily, half caught in my dream and the other half still at the amusement park he’d lit up just for me.

Carter grinned at me as I rubbed my eyes.

“We’re almost home, little toy,” he told me. “You’re going to come for me before we get there.”

“Please,” I muttered, nervously looking ahead to the driver. He was staring stoically ahead. “I don’t want him to see.”

“He can’t see,” Carter said with a wink. “He probably will hear you, though. I know how loud my little girl gets.”

His fingers probed deeper inside me and I whimpered, my dress a soaked mess around my thighs. He worked my pussy like he’d mastered the art, and soon enough, my legs were cramping up, holding his fingers captive.

“Please,” I whispered again.

“Please what?” His voice was gentle. “Beg for it.”

“Please let me come.” I was so desperate already. He really knew exactly which buttons to press inside me.

“That’s not all of it,” he reminded me, his fingers fucking me viciously and making me gasp out loud. “What else, toy?”

“Please let me come, Daddy!” I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t scream, and he laughed at me trying to hold back.

“Well, little toy,” he said slowly, his fingers continuing their evil assault. “I fuck sluts like sluts, and you’re going to come like one too.”

I covered my mouth with my own palm when I felt it coming, but he ripped it away.

I moaned louder than ever and for a few seconds, I didn’t even care at all. I just let it all out and I soaked his hand in my juices up to his wrist.

“Good fucking girl,” he muttered. “More, toy. I want to see those pretty eyes water.”

They did, after another orgasm and another minute of his exquisite torture.

“There we go,” he said. “Daddy will use your body like a toy.”

I didn’t even realize we’d stopped until a few gasps later.

Carter had to help me out of the car, and I held his arm when I got out.

The driver couldn’t even meet my eyes. He was red as a lobster, looking at the floor as if there was nothing to see at all. It made me giggle.

Carter walked me inside, and when we were on my floor, his fingers lingering between my tits, gently touching the tender skin there.

“I want to call him,” I said. “I want to call Barron. Is that okay?”

My heart beat so loudly as I waited for his answer. Until my dream that night, I really hadn’t realized how desperate I was to speak to him again.

Carter looked pissed off for some reason, and he brushed my hair off my chest, pulling my dress down until my tits spilled out of the top.

“Why would you want that?” he growled at me, his fingers twisting my nipple painfully. I mewled in fear.

“Please,” I begged. “It would mean a lot to me. Please…”

He pulled on my nipple and held my hands behind my back as I struggled. And then he let go, and slapped my tit until I howled.

“Fine,” he spat out. “But I’m fucking supervising.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.