What Ever Lola Wants
An erotic love story

By JimBob 
Copyright 2010

 Mg, non-cons, mast, cons, ped.

A badly spoiled little rich girl is captured by a gang and held
for ransom.  Those of you who are older, will recognize the tie
with the old song at once.  For you young pups, the next line is:
Lola gets.



  Lola sauntered out the door of Miss Starks Private School For
Young Ladies.  She glanced down to see if Newton had the car
exactly lined up with the end of the side walk as she desired it
to be.  The car was not there!  How dare him be late?  She was
going to see about this.  She was just turning to go back in and
call her Daddy, when she spotted the shiny limo turning the
corner.  It stopped a little short of where she had decreed that
it wait for her,  She stormed down the side walk.  Newton was
going to get a piece of her mind when she got in there.  The fool
hadn't even got out yet to open the door for her.  She waited.
She waited, and tried to peer through the deeply tinted window
glass.  The fool was just sitting there looking straight ahead!

  She yanked open the door.  A figure that had been hiding below
window level lunged out, grabbed her arm, and yanked her into the
limo before she could cry out.  A damp rag with sweetish fumes
was over her nose and mouth.  She gasped in a breath to scream.
She inhaled the fumes with each gasping breath.  She knew no
more...

  Robby peered through the little peephole in the door to see if
the girl was awake yet.  She was sprawled on the bed where Lenny
and Bruce had dropped her.  Her short black skirt was up over her
back, showing the rounded little butt in the expensive silk
panties.  I'll bet those are soft, Robby thought.  She had nicely
shaped legs for a little girl.  Lenny said she was nine, and a
real hellion of a spoiled brat.  She had fought the chloroform
bitterly, kicking and screaming into the rag, to no avail.  He
was much stronger.  They had brought the limp girl's body to the
old farm house they had rented, and fixed into a jail for her.
She was going to bring in a twenty million dollar  ransom, so
they could afford to spend a few bucks.

  They had not spent any money on niceties or comfort though.
There was a twin bed with a hard mattress, a couple of blankets,
a straight backed chair and a small chest of drawers in the room.
Robby's room was not much better, but he did have pillows and
sheets.  There was the bare minimum of cooking utensils and
dishes for the week or so they felt it might take to get her rich
father to come across with the dough to get his bratty daughter
back.  Robby was not part of the gang, but had been hired to keep
the kid alive and happy until the dough came through.  He was
just on a salary, a big salary,  not a cut.

  Robby saw one leg shift slightly.  Then the girl rolled over on
her back.  She stared at the ceiling a few moments, trying to get
her bearings.  Then she suddenly sat up, clutched her head and
laid back down.  A few moments later, she slowly sat up again.
She looked around the room.  She got up, and walked to the window
on shaky legs.  She looked out   She opened the window after a
small struggle.  She wasn't used to opening windows.  She wasn't
used to doing anything for herself.  She looked out.  She tried
the coarse wire mesh on the window.  It was there to keep girl
in, not insects out.

  "HELP!  HELP ME!"  She sceamed out the window.  No answer. 
This was an isolated farmhouse, no one to hear.

  She turned and looked at the door.  She walked over and tried
the knob.  It turned but the door was held solidly closed by a
dead bolt from the outside.  She pulled then pushed.  Then she
pounded and kicked and screamed.  She finally gave that up, and
walked around the room.  She examined the chest of drawers.  She
went in the small closet.  She attempted to pick up the chair. It
was screwed to the floor.  She kicked it.  She went back and lay
down on the bed adain and cried.

  Robby opened the door.  The girl sat up.  Aside from her
disheveled hair, and red eyes, she was a very pretty girl with a
shapely little body.  Her school uniform was handmade, and of
very expensive, very soft material, not your run of the mill girl
school uniform.

  "I see you are awake."

  "Who are you?  You better take me home.  My daddy will have you
in jail before tomorrow if you don't get my car and take me
home!"  She jumped up and tried to run out of the door past him,
but Robby, for all his size was quick as a cat.  He caught her
easily and deposited her back on the bed.

  "Hey Kid, you have to go potty?"

  "No!  Get out and leave me alone."

  So Robby left and closed the door behind him.  Lola got up and
tried it, but it was locked.  Darn!  She did have to pee.  She
got up and pounded on the door.  "YES!  I HAVE TO GO!"  She
shouted.

  Robby opened the door.  "Come on.  And don't try anything."

  Lola followed him down the hall.  He showed her into an open
door.  Lola walked into the bathroom, and went to close the door.
There was no door!

  "What the Hell?"

  "Watch your mouth Kid.  You go ahead and go.  I'll be right
outside.  This way there are no surprises."

  "I'm not going with you watching, you big pervert.  Wait until
I tell my Daddy.  You will be in jail so fast..."

  "Are you gonna go or not, Kid?  I ain't got all day."   Robby
interrupted her rant.

  "NO!"

  Robby grabbed her arm and dragged her kicking and screaming
back to her room.  "Supper is in an hour.  You can wait until
then."

  ""FUCK YOU!"  Lola screamed.  Showing the nice young ladies at
Miss Starks school knew some rather foul language.

  "I said watch your mouth!  Next time I'll wash it out with
soap."  The door closed behind Robby.

  Lola screamed curses at the door for half a minute.  Then she
went to the door and kicked and pounded on it for another minute.
Damn, she really had to go now.  "I'll show him," she muttered.
She went into the corner and squatted and peed on the floor.  Too
late, she realized she didn't have any toilet paper to wipe with.
"Fuck it, she said under her breath, and pulled her panties up
to catch the drips.

  Robby, who had been watching her through the peephole, smiled
to himself and left to open the cans of stew for supper.

  Though she was putting up a brave front, Lola was getting
worried.  She was not used to doing without anything for even a
moment.  She had a maid and a nanny at home, plus the butler and
gardener and driver and cooks to wait on her.  She thought her
Daddy would be here by now with police.  Her confidence was badly
shaken.  She was hungry, and she had not changed into a fresh
outfit, so she felt dirty.  The bed was hard.  There were no
satin sheets.   She hated to admit it, but her pee smelled.  God
forbid she should have to poop!

  About forty five minutes later, Robby opened the door to tell
the brooding girl on the bed that supper was ready, and did she
want to pee and wash her hands now.

  "I had to pee on he floor.  You can clean it up now."

  "Sorry babe.  I don't clean up your messes.  I'll show you
where the mop and bucket are though."

  "GO TO HELL!"  Lola was not used to the serving class talking
that way to her.  Her Daddy had billions of dollars.  She didn't
have to put up with this crap.

  Without a word, Robby picked the girl up and hauled her into
the bathroom.  She kicked and screamed and fought, but he held
her easily under one arm, took the soap and lathered up one hand,
and then forced one thick soapy finger between her lips, and
massaged the suds into her lips and teeth, and into her mouth
when she screamed again.  It was useless for her to fight.  Then
he put the spiting and sputtering girl down before the sink so
she could rinse her mouth.  She turned hateful eyes on him, and
opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of him, but saw
suds still on his hand and turned and rinsed her mouth instead.

  "Don't make a big mess.  Remember,  you clean it up."

  Lola took the sponge Robby pointed out, and for the first time
in her life,  she cleaned the sink and wiped some water from the
floor.

  "Now, do you need to go?"

  "NO!"

  "Then let's go eat."

  "NO!"

  "Suit yourself.  I hear okay, so you don't need to yell."

  "FU..."  Just in time, Lola snapped her mouth shut.  She walked
back into her room on her own.

  "You sure you're not hungry?"  Bobby asked before closing the
door.

  Lola didn't answer him, she just laid on the bed and looked at
the ceiling.

  Robby watched her for five minutes but she didn't move.  He
went and ate the canned stew himself.

  Robby checked on the child several times that evening.  She
just lay on the bed.  But she moved slightly every time he
watched her so he knew she was not sleeping.  Before Robby
retired, he brought her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a
glass of milk and set them on the dresser.  The girl did not
acknowledge his presence, though her eyes followed him as he came
and went.

  After he left, Lola eyed the food, but did not touch it.  She
was hungry, but she had too big of a lump in her throat to eat.
For the first time in her young life, she was in a situation in
which she had no control.  Her Daddy's money gave her no power
over this man and the men she saw in the car before she blacked
out.  She had always had servants to respond to her every desire,
and a fancy house.  Now here she was in this crappy room with
this man who she was sure was going to kill her. He was so
powerful, and she was just a little girl.  Lola was worried over
what was going to happen to her.  She didn't want to die.

  That night Robby watched the little girl through the peep hole
several times. She spent the whole night in the same position,
but she wasn't sleeping.  He slept very fitfully, for despite his
size and gruff exterior, Robbie loved children, and thought this
little girl was special, if she could be cured of her snobby,
bratty ways.  He decided to try a kinder, gentler tack in the
morning.

  Morning came, and Robby opened her door at a little after six.
The girl raised her head and looked, then laid it back down.

  “How about this morning, little lady?  I promise I won't look.”
He picked up the untouched tray.

  Lola got up without a word. Went to the bathroom.  She too had
decided to be more cooperative, and take him at his word.

  “How about cereal for breakfast?”

  “I'm not hungry.”

  “Come on kid, you ain't ate since lunch yesterday.  Some
toast?”

  “NO!  I'm not hungry.  Leave me alone!”  She felt more short
tempered than usual as she felt dirty, in clothes she had not
changed, no bath, she was afraid for her life and she felt like
crap.

  Robby closed the door, but watched through the peephole, a
worried look on his face.

  Lenny came out later with the newspaper, and Robby hauled Lola
out of her room, and they made her pose with the newspaper held
up so the date was clear, and took a couple of Polaroid pictures
of her.  When Robby told Lenny of the girl's not eating, Lenny
told him she would eat when she got hungry enough, and it didn't
really matter to him if she didn't eat.  He did take a list of
stuff Robby gave him that they needed and promised to bring it
back later.  They were going to deliver the ransom note that
afternoon and hoped for an answer soon.

  Robby tried to cheer Lola up with that news, but it only made
her feel worse.  What if her Daddy didn't want her anymore?  Her
Mom's father had owned the company, and her Mom had inherited
controlling interest when Grandpa died.  Then her Mom had died in
a car accident. So now her Daddy and her owned the company.  The
thought of being worth so much money had made her stuck up and
real bratty.   Lola had secretly known that none of the help
liked her, but only stayed around because the pay was good. Her
father was too busy with the business to care about her, or give
her any attention.  She was a little girl who was starved for
love, but too proud to ask for it, and did not know how to show
it or give it.  Robby had been the first person to stand up to
her and now she was doubting that all her money would save her.
And since her Daddy had not shown up yet on his white charger to
save her, she doubted that he cared either.  After all, he would
just have the whole thing if she was gone too.  She was one shook
up little spoiled brat without any way that she could see to get
out of this jam.  The guy was just too darn big.  Lola was in
despair.  She just could not close her eyes and relax.

  Lunch came and went.  Robby baked some premixed cookies and
brought in a plate full with milk.   Lola would not even look at
them. She would not eat the evening meal either, nor did she
touch the soup that Robby brought in that evening.  Robby was
very concerned.

  Robby laid down on his bed and started what he so often did to
relieve himself when he was stressed.  He took out his  cock and
began to masturbate.  After about ten strokes he started to
relax.  Then he suddenly stopped and thought.

  “That's it!”  He exclaimed.  He put his tool away, and zipped
up his pants.  He went into the bath and ran a tub full of warm
water and put soap and washrag and towel where they were handy.
Then he went to the peep hole.  Lola was lying in her same
position, staring at the ceiling.

  Lola craned her neck to look at Robby as he opened the door.
What now?  She wondered.  He never came in this late.  She
automatically pulled her skirt down where it had ridden up her
thighs a little.

  “What do you want now?”  Very snotty.

  “Come on Kid.  Bath time.”

  “NO!  I'm not taking a bath in there!”

  “Yes you are.  Now you can come nicely, or I'm gonna take you
in there.”

  “LEAVE ME ALONE!”  Lola screamed.

  Robby picked her up, put her on his lap like an infant as he
sat down, and proceeded to start to strip the school uniform off
the kicking, fighting, screaming kid.

  “Whew!  You're really ripe, Kid.  Looks like you would want to
get cleaned up.”

  “NO!”  Lola screamed.  “I'll tell the cops you raped me!  Damn
you!  Let me go!”  Despite all her struggles, she had lost her
jacket, skirt, shoes, and socks.  Now her shirt was unbuttoned
and stripped off.  Robby threw each piece of clothing out of
reach as he stripped her down to undershirt and stained panties.

  “Okay Kid.  You can walk in there in your shirt and pants and
I'll leave you alone to take your bath, or you are going in there
with nothing on, and I'll give you your bath.  Take your pick.”

  “FUCK YOU!  HELP!  RAPE! HEL-Blub!”  Her cries were disrupted
as her undershirt caught on her chin.  But it came loose and was
discarded.  Lola clutched her panties with both hands, to no
avail.  Robby just pried her fingers open, and her panties were
gone.  She screamed and shrieked and it didn't help.  Robby
picked her kicking fighting body up and hauled her into the
bathroom and plopped her into the tub.

  Lola began to kick water all over.

  Robby took her head in one big hand, and held it under. When he
finally let her up, all of the fight had gone out of her as she
was too busy trying to catch her breath.

  “No more of that,”  Robby cautioned her.  “Sit still.”

  “All right.”  Said a very subdued Lola.  She sat still as Robby
soaped the washrag and washed her face and neck and shoulders.
Then he offered the rag to her.  She took it and started to wash
her body.

  “Do a good job, and you better do your hair too.”  He put a
bottle of shampoo within reach.  He backed up and watched her for
a moment or two, then he left the bathroom. He returned with a
mop, but when she tried to conceal her body, he left the mop and
left her alone to her bath.

  She stayed in the tub washing until the water started to cool.

  Finally he came back into the bath holding a big towel. She got
up crouching and trying to hide as much of her body as possible
from him.  He wrapped the towel around her, and let her dry off.
She looked for some clothes but there were none.

  “Where are my clothes?”

  “In the washer.”  He picked her up in the towel and carried her
into her room, where the bed was turned down with clean linen.

  “What am I going to wear?”  Lola didn't see any clothes lying
around.

  “Nothing tonight. Your clothes are in the wash.”

  “WHAT!”  Lola was ready to start yelling again, but Robby
picked her up, dropped her on the bed, and stripped the towel
away.  She thought she was fighting for her life when he laid
down beside her and took her in his arms.

  “Relax Kid, I ain't gonna hurt you.”

  “GO TO HELL!  HELP!  POLICE!  HELP!  Oh Daddy, help me.”  Lola
started to scream and sob when Robby enfolded her in his arms and
rendered her helpless.  She continued to buck and fight as he
held her on her back, and pried her legs open and held them with
one huge thigh and knee in between hers.

  One big hand went between her legs, and a big finger found her
clitoris.  It rubbed for only a moment before going away and
coming back slick with saliva and gently began to rub her, in
spite of all her screaming and cursing and shouts for the police.
Finally, in exhaustion, her struggles ceased.  Her vocal cries
died away.

  Robby continued to stroke the little clit, engorged with blood
now, and standing upright in the cleft. The pressure against his
thigh eased as the girl did not fight to close her legs now.
Indeed, they opened slightly so that Robby could relax his
pressure to hold her open for his finger.  Her hands on his big
arm relaxed from trying to dig fingernails into his wrist.  All
the child's body relaxed, and her head rolled to look away from
Robby's face, where she had been spitting, cursing and screaming
moments before.  The girl still panted from her struggle, but in
between pants were longer, ragged, shuddering breaths.

  Robby dared to ease the weight that was holding her still. 
Then he removed the knee from between her thighs. Her leg
followed his as she opened wider to allow his hand and fingers
easier access to the clit as the big finger tip rolled and rubbed
it from side to side, in circles, and up and down.  Lola allowed
a moan of pleasure to escape.  Her hips began to move in response
to the pressures and pleasure the fingers were creating. Her head
began to loll from side to side.  Lola had never experienced
anything like this.  A fire had started under that finger, spread
to all parts of er loins, up her spine.  Her nipples were hard. 
Her chest was flushed and tingling.  She could feel the heat up
to her ears.  Her toes were flexing.  She was building up to her
first orgasm, and she didn't even know such a thing was possible.

  Lola didn't know such a feeling of excitement could come from
that spot between her legs.  Her hands and fingers that had been
straining to pull Robby's hand and finger away from there only
minutes before were now holding the wrist and arm so it could not
be taken away to end her pleasure.  Her legs strained to open
more of herself to the pleasure.  She began to moan and sigh with
passion.  She worked to reach that peak that seemed so close, but
seemed to just elude her.

  Finally, she humped her pussy up into that big finger a dozen
quick times.

  “Ungh!  OOH!  YES!  There.  Right there!  Aaaah!”  With the
last long sigh, Lola dropped back onto the bed and with a mighty
effort, hauled the now unresisting finger out and away from her
now super sensitive clit.

  Robby got up on an elbow and looked down at the exhausted, but
radiantly happy little girl, enjoying her first sexual afterglow.
He rose and covered the little body up, as she rolled on her
side.  Then he padded out of the bedroom, leaving the door open.

  Lola shut her eyes, and in seconds, was snoring gently.

  The next morning, at ten am, Lola opened her eyes and looked
around.  She rolled onto her back, and the movement of her bare
skin on the sheets brought her to full consciousness of last
night's activities.  Where was her clothes?  She sat up and
looked around.  There was something on the dresser.  It looked
like a Teddy Bear.  The big towel was still on the bed, so she
wrapped it around her nude body and walked over to the dresser.
There, beside Teddy, neatly folded, were her underwear. In the
closet were her shirt, jacket and skirt on hangers. She gathered
the clothing and sat on the bed and dressed. Then she walked out
the open door to the toilet.  There was no sign of Robby.  She
took care of her business, then saw the tooth paste tube and new
toothbrush on the sink.  She decided that her mouth would feel a
lot better if she brushed and rinsed.  As she did that she
noticed her hair, and used the brush on the sink on it to get it
somewhat in order.

  Lola finished in the bathroom and wandered down the hall,
following her nose.  Robby was in the kitchen, the room she had
been dragged to for her picture.  This morning, the smell of
bacon was the lure.  Robby was frying bacon.  Gosh, she was
hungry!

  “Have a seat, Sweetie.  Breakfast is coming up.”  Robby grinned
at her.  She didn't grin back.  He was going to pay for last
night...

  Lola did not know exactly how to greet Robby.  Should she
remind him of what he had done to her?  Thank him for the Teddy
Bear? She was hungry and she wanted to eat this morning, so she
didn't want to start anything.  Yet.  But she had to admit, she
felt better this morning, and sure smelt better and looked
better.

  As Robby served her a plate of bacon and eggs and toast, she
noticed his big hands and big fingers, and felt a thrill rush
through the part of her body those fingers had manipulated to
bring her that fiery release last night. She had to fight to put
down a warm feeling for the big man.  It happened again when he
set a glass of milk in front of her place.  Darn it, what was the
matter with her stupid body?  This guy attacked her last night.
He was going to prison if she had her way!

  Robby made several tries to strike up a conversation, but Lola
gave him the silent treatment.  She was not going to talk to a
man who did THAT to helpless little girls.

  He asked her if she knew her clothes sizes, and said he got
some from the tags on her clothes, but needed to measure her leg
length.  He brought out a tape and had her stand, but did not
want to hold the tape to measure her inseam. So he finally gave
her the top end to hold, and got that part done.

  Then, with her belly full, she went back to her room and
crawled back into bed in her underwear.  Then she got back out of
bed and went and got the Teddy Bear to sleep with.  She napped
for three more hours to catch up on missed sleep.  She woke up
hungry again.  Robby brought her soup to hold her until supper,
then he locked her door after telling her the other men were
coming.

  The men had heard from Lola's father, and he had agreed to
their terms and was gathering money to deposit in a Swiss bank. 
When the kidnappers were able to transfer it to another account,
they were to complete the deal.  They also brought some clothes
for Lola that Robby had ordered. When the men left, Robby took
the jeans and shirts and underwear and sneakers in to Lola.  He
suggested she change and he would take her outside for some
exercise.

  Lola changed into the jeans, and looked like any ordinary kid.
Robby told her that she was not to try any funny stuff, and took
her for a short walk around the farm and down to the barn.
Another farmer had the barn rented for hay storage, so the haymow
was full as well as big piles on the floor.

  Robby proceeded to show Lola the joys of jumping into piles of
hay.  He found a rope and threw it up over a rafter to make a
Tarzan type vine to swing on.  He showed Lola how to swing out
and drop into a hay pile.  The first time she tried it, she was
scared to let go, so Robby had to catch her.  At his touch, she
froze for a moment, then relaxed as his big hands took no
liberties.  They played together like two kids for two hours.  It
was the first time anyone had done something with her and had not
been paid to do it.

  When they got back, after being in the fresh air, Lola noticed
how her room stank of must and urine.  She asked Robby to show
her how to fix the bucket of soap and water, and after a quick
demo, she mopped the floor of her room while Robby opened cans to
heat for supper.  The atmosphere in the house had done a 180
degree turn.  They were no longer enemies.  Robby gave her a hug
for the good job of mopping, and Lola hugged him back.  Her first
praise for doing a good job.  She became a child eager to please.

  Lenny and Bruce came back that evening, after Robby and Lola
had supper and she had dried the dishes, and had gone in to take
her bath.  Robbie had offered to put the door back up, but Lola,
feeling mellow had said she trusted him not to peek.  Actually,
the more she had thought about her “rape” last night, and how
good it felt at the end, Lola was thinking she would not mind a
few peeks that might lead Robby to an encore.  That might have
been what it took to get him in the mood for what he did.  Who
knew?  Lola knew nothing about men.  Or friendship.  Or newly
awakened desire.

  Lenny and Bruce told Robby that the money transfer had started,
and they probably would not need him past noon tomorrow.  They
said they would send a car out for him. Robbie asked when they
would pick up Lola.

  “Don't worry about the kid.  She has seen us.  She ain't going
anywhere after we got the money.”

  “Robby felt a cold chill.  But...  But, let me talk to her. 
She will keep her mouth shut...”

  No!  The kid has to go.  She saw us.  She can identify us.
Composite sketches and all that.”

  Oh God, Robby thought.  What have I got myself into. Wait!  He
thought.  They are going to kill me too.  I've seen them, and I
am not part of the gang, so I am  a threat.  He did not let his
thoughts show.  “When?”  He asked quietly.

  “Her old man will have ten million in the bank account by noon
tomorrow.  He wants proof the kid is okay before he releases it
and puts in the other ten.  We are taking the first ten mil, and
bye bye baby.  Tomorrow afternoon.”

  Robby nodded, and the two men got up and left.  Robby sat there
and thought.  Then he heard the girl calling.

  “What you need Lola?”  He could hear her splashing, so he
didn't look in.

  “Wash my back?”  Lola was almost sure that seeing her naked
must have been what set Robby off last night.  Bed time was
approaching, and he hadn't tried anything yet.  Maybe if he saw
her body again?

  “Um, Lola, can't you wash your own back?”

  “No.  Some one always does it for me at home.  Please?”

  “Okay.  Here I come.”  Robby went in expecting to see Lola
sitting in the tub.  She was standing facing him, washrag held
out, making no attempt to conceal herself.  Her bare little body
shone in the bathroom light.

  Suddenly Robby got it.  The kid was trying to seduce HIM!  He
almost laughed until he thought of the dire danger they were in.
Then he thought what the heck.  We may both be dead tomorrow.  He
motioned her to turn around and he washed her back.  Then he
dropped the washrag.  “There.”

  Lola hunched her shoulders and waited for him to grab her. 
When she turned her head, Robby was turning and heading for the
door..

  “Hey!”

  Robby stopped.  “What?”

  “Aren't you going to...  Um, to dry me off and put me to bed?”

  “Why?”

  “Well, like last night...”

  “Last night you were acting like a brat, and you were all upset
and worried.  I had to make you relax.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “You were all tense and worried and screaming and yelling.  I
got you relaxed, didn't I?”

  “Fuck!”  Lola's theory of her body being so alluring it swept
grown men off their feet went up in smoke.  “You mean you
didn't...  You don't want to... to rape me again?”  She saw her
chances of another pussy rubbing walking right out of the room.

  “Nope.”

  “YOU BASTARD!  I HATE YOU!”

  Robby turned back and stopped short when he saw the pitiful
girl, big tears overflowing her eyes and running down her cheeks.

  “I'm sorry.  I just wanted someone to love me...  Please?”

  Robby snatched up a towel and went back to pluck the girl out
out of the tub.  “I'm sorry,” he murmured in her ear.  "Of course
I love you.  You are a very sweet, desirable girl."  Unless he
could come up with a plan to save them, they were both doomed. It
wouldn't hurt to be nice to her.  He really wanted to be nice to
her.

  Robby dried the girl off by sitting on the bed and holding her
on his lap.  The difference this time, was there was giggling
girl, instead of screaming, swearing, fighting girl.

  When he laid her naked on the bed, she pulled his body down
over her with her arms locked around his neck.  Robby found
himself with one arm around her shoulders, and one hand on her
chest. That hand she grabbed and covered one small beginning
breast with it, holding the hand so he could not move it away. 
Those little buds had felt all tingly last night after he had set
off all the rockets in her belly and between her hips, and she
was determined to explore those feelings along with a bunch of
others.  What about that hard lump in Robby's pants she had just
been feeling on her butt?  She had felt it last night on her
thigh when her body had started to respond to Robby's big
fingers.  She had to see that thing.

  Lola started to unfasten Robby's shirt buttons.

  “What are you doing, Kid?

  “Taking your clothes off too.  You're all wet.”

  “Naw, Kid, You don't want to see me naked.”

  “Yes I do.  You've seen me, and fair is fair.”  She pulled his
shirttails out and pulled it off, then reached for his belt.
Robby decided he might as well help her.  He kicked his shoes
off.  The pants were peeled down and off. He was in his jockey
shorts.  Lola unsnapped them and then she slid them over his hips
and down his legs.

  To Lola's credit, she did not laugh when she saw the erect
penis. Perhaps because it was the first she had ever seen, so she
had nothing in her memory bank to compare it with.  Oh, it was
not deformed, nor grotesque. It was quite a normal looking penis.
For a thirteen year old boy.  That was when it had stopped
growing.  But Robby had not.  Robby was six feet six, and weighed
two hundred fifty pounds, all muscle.  Robby was a big boy.  A
twenty year old with a little boy's prick.  Girls had started
laughing at it when he was fifteen, and had never stopped.  Robby
could not even hire prostitutes, most of them could not stop
laughing even though their fee depended on it.  So he depended on
his five fingers and porno for his stimulation.  He was not a
child molester, Lola was the first little girl he had touched,
and would have been the last, as his motive was only to relax the
poor kid.  Now he had created a monster, and was in her bed only
because he was so distressed by what he had just realized about
his kidnaper friends intentions.

  Lola was used to taking what she wanted.  She wanted to know
more about what men had between their legs.  She got up on her
knees, and pushed Robby backward on to the bed.  His valiant
little warrior stood at attention, all four slender inches of
him.  Lola clasped her hand around the hard little shaft, and
experimented.  She uncovered the head,which barely stuck out
between her thumb and fore finger.  The little shaft jumped in
her fingers. She giggled at the sensation.

  “I'm sorry it is so funny and little.” Robby said, as he had so
often had to say in this situation.  He thought the giggle was
the start of the full blown mirth at his expense.

  “Oh no!  It is so just right!”  There was no mistaking the
sincerity in her voice.  Lola knew just exactly what to do with
that thing.  When she first saw it, she knew exactly where it
went.  The sex education at Miss Starks Private School had been
quite explicit in direction, if lacking in illustrations, and
Lola was a very astute little girl.  She proceeded to mount the
supine Robby, and with amazing dexterity and ease, she slid
herself down on that little cock with a grunt of surprise at the
momentary sharp little sting.  “Wow!”  That feels great!”  She
had no pain because she had lost her virginity performing
gymnastics at eight years old.  When she first saw the shaft her
vagina had started preparing itself for it, secreting her moist
slickness.

  Robby almost fainted with shock.  Without a doubt that was the
tightest, hottest, most vibrant vagina his cock had ever been in.
And it was a perfect fit!  All the walls built up about child
rape came crashing down. The child was raping him!  The point
where he could have stopped it had been passed while he was
feeling sorry for himself.

  Lola and Robby made their decision at the same time.  They were
going to have an orgasm with that thing up inside of her pussy.
So they set to work to accomplish that very thing.

  Since Lola was on top, she started to move her body to get the
friction she wanted from that organ up inside her.  It was
amazing how quickly and naturally the correct movements came to
the little girl.  Robby had his hands on her hips to help, but
very little guidance was necessary.  The tiny hard cock did not
slip out of her tight little girl pussy as it had done from
larger, more well worn adult whore pussies.  There is nothing to
laugh about at this performance. Robby forgot his worries, was
lost in the moment, as Lola caused him to forget his troubles and
relax as he did for her last night.

  Lola reached the crest first.  As she approached her climax,
and the flood of heat went up over her body, she slumped forward
onto Robby's chest. The change in angle, and the sudden softening
of all her interior parts set his orgasm in motion.  He humped up
into her as his semen spurted.  The hot liquid on her cervix
brought Lola to another peak, and as she finished, she hugged
Robbie and kissed his chest, and then bit into his shoulder in
her childish passion.  Robby nuzzled the girl's neck, and his big
hands clutching her tiny rear sent a finger to smear his cum into
her tiny rose bud opening back there, while the other fingers
were rubbing the flow from her vagina up into her pussy crack and
over her fat lower lips.  Slowly his rubbung fingers slowed and
stopped.  He joined the little girl in satisfied slumber. The
night passed.

  Gradually Robby became aware of early light again and a glance
at his watch showed him their time was flying away.  His troubled
whisper awoke Lola from a deep sleep on his chest.

  “Hey Lola.  We got to do something.  We need a plan.  The guys
are planning on killing both of us today.”  He had not originally
planned to tell her and worry her, but while she was riding him,
he realized she was a smart and resourceful girl, and should have
a say in determining her fate.  But he hadn't planned on falling
asleep to waste the whole night.

  “Huh?”  A satiated, sleepy Lola had trouble taking that news
in, even though her life depended on it.  “What did you say?"

  “Lenny told me yesterday. They don't plan on leaving anyone
alive who can identify them.  They said you, and I assume they
mean me too.”

  “But didn't my Dad say he would pay the money?”

  “These are not nice guys, Kid.  They are going to kill us, take
the ten million they will have by noon today, and run.”

  “Oh my gosh!  Nice friends you have.”

  “Not my friends, babe.  They just hired me to babysit you.”

  “I don't need a damn babysitter!”

  “Hey!  Don't blame me, I'm just the messenger.  Get up!  We
need to make some plans.”  They both hopped out of bed.  Lola
headed for the bahroom to pee and get dressed.  They had left all
her clothes in there.

  Lola had been so worried about being killed, she could hardly
function but now that she had been told it was very likely, she
was quite calm.  She had a very logical mind.  She went back in
the bedroom, wearing only panties, carrying her clothes.

  “Hey Robby,  What happened to my car?”

  “I don't know.  It wasn't in the barn.”

  “They would hide it somewhere.  Let's go look!”

  "You better get dressed first."

  The first building they looked in was a garage.  No car in
there.  The second was a big equipment shed.  It was all open. No
car in there.  The third building was a workshop.  There was a
shiny new padlock on the side door, and the big door was barred
from the inside.

  “How do we get in?  No keys,  no tools,” Lola said.

  Robby put his shoulder to the door and applied his considerable
strength.  The padlock held, but the nine small screws in the
hinges were no match for his bull strength.  The hinges popped
loose.  The door opened.  The car was inside.

  Lola ran to the drivers door.  She opened it.  “The keys are
here!”

  Robby hurried over.  He tried the key that was in the ignition.
Nothing, not even a click.

  Lola opened the back door and found her discarded backpack.
“Damn!  My cell phone is gone.”

  Robby popped the hood and went around and opened it.  “They
took the battery.”  He walked all over the inside of the shed,
looking for it.  No battery

  Lola looked perplex for a moment, then she said,  “wait a
minute.”  She slid open a concealed panel near the bottom of the
front seat back.  She pulled out a packet phone and held it up
for Robby to see.  “TA DA!” She shouted.

  “I don't think your cell phone will work way out here,” Robby
said.

  “It's not my cell phone!”  Lola told him.  “This is a satellite
phone.  For emergencies.  This will work anywhere."

  Robby knew hat by letting Lola make a call, he was putting his
fate in her hands.  Well, He had not done all that well so far,
might as well give the kid a shot.

  Lola dialed her home number.  It was early, her Dad should be
there.  She was thrilled to hear her Dad answer.

  “Don Parker here.”

  “DADDY!”

  “Lola!  Are you all right?  Where are you?”

  “Robby says they are gonna kill us Daddy.  You got to come get
us.  Please hurry!”

  “Who?”

  “Robby, the guy who has been watching me?  He says the
kidnappers are going to kill us and take off with half the
ransom.  Please, come get us!”

  “Let me talk to this Robby.”

  Lola handed Robby the phone.

  “This is Robby”

  “That doesn't sound like my Lola.  She said 'please.'  What is
going on.?  Are you one of the kidnappers?”

  “No, I was just hired to watch Lola, but these guys are
killers.  Lola is just excited, We do need help quick.  We have
the limo here, but they took the battery away.  We are within
twenty five miles of the city, on an old farm.  We are south west
of the airport because I can see planes in the landing pattern. 
Can you send police out?  These guys said as soon as they
transfer the money, your daughter gets killed.  They will kill me
too.

  “I don't have cops involved yet.  I will get out there in
fifteen minutes, in the company helicopter.  I have it on the
roof, and armed men ready to go.  Turn on the locater beacon on
the phone. Lola knows how.  Do it now.”

  Robby turned to Lola.  “The locater button?”  He asked her.

  Lola pushed a slider button on the side of the phone. Robbie
put the phone back to his ear.  “It's on,” he said.

  “Okay, I am getting it.  Keep that phone with you.  Put Lola
on.”

  “Yes Daddy?”

  “I love you, baby.  We'll be out there in fifteen minutes. Be
careful.”  He hung up and so did Lola.

  “I wonder what is in the trunk?”Robby said, as he slipped the
keys out of the ignition.

  As soon as they cracked the trunk, the smell hit them.  Bobby
opened it anyway.  There was a body in a chauffeur's uniform.

  Lola let out a shriek.  “NEWTON!”

  Bobby shut the trunk.  He left the keys in it.  “That was your
driver?”

  “Yes!  They killed Newton!”  She started to cry and threw
herself into Robby's arms for comfort.

  Ten minutes later, they heard the helicopter approaching. Three
minutes after that it had landed, and four men with automatic
weapons jumped out and advanced on Robby.  Lola ran into the arms
of the fifth man.

  “Daddy!  Daddy, they killed Newton.”

  “Well, I guess we will have to call the police now.”

  “Wait a minute sir,  We got the firepower now to capture Lenny
and Bruce.  They won't be expecting any body with guns.  They
will give up without a fight.  I'll stay here to point them out.
If they get away you will still have to worry about them coming
after Lola.” Robby said.

  “Hmmm.  Yes, you are probably right.  Okay Max, Take those guys
in when they come, but don't take any chances.  Watch this guy,
if he pulls anything, shoot him.  Come on Lola, we are taking you
to the doctor.”

  A cold chill went down Robby's back.  'Doctor?'   A doctor was
going to find his semen in Lola's vagina.  He was a goner! Prison
for child rape would not be easy.  Lola waved at him as they went
to the helicopter.  He couldn't wave back.

  Suddenly, Lola came running past Robby and the men and ran into
the house.  She came out a minute later with a bundle of clothes
under one arm, and the Teddy Bear under the other.  She was not
about to leave Robby's presents.

  The helicopter left.  They went in the house, and two hours
later, Lenny and Bruce showed up.  They were captured as they
came unsuspecting through the door.  The police were called.
Robby was taken to jail with the other two kidnappers.

  Two hours after being thrown into a single cell, Robby was
taken out and released to an attorney.  They were taken by car to
Parker's office.  Lola and her father were there.

  “Robby!”  Lola ran into his arms.  He held her, while looking
at her father in bewilderment.

  “Lola says you were punished enough having to deal with her for
two days.  She has complete trust in you, and she wants you for a
body guard and  driver and companion.  We will get all charges
against you dropped, and pay you one hundred thousand a year plus
room and board.  Do you think you can stand her?  What did you do
to cause such a change in my little girl?”

  “Daddy!  Please, Robby?  I'll behave, I promise.”

  Robby gulped.  “It beats a jail cell.  But what about...”  He
looked helplessly at Lola who poked her father.

  “Lola informs me she is old enough to make her own choices, and
she chose not to see a doctor, and she chose you for her
companion.  That is good enough for me."

  Two days later, Robby was moved into the nanny's rooms adjacent
to Lola's suite, after masculine decor and furniture was
installed.

  And that night, Lola opened the door that connected their
bedrooms.  She was in a sheer little baby doll nightgown, with
matching baby doll panties that she was not wearing.  She leaned
provocatively on the doorjamb, and beckoned to Robby with a
crooked finger.

  Robby, of course, jumped up and went to her.  Because, Whatever
Lola wants...

Oh, and Robby's problem was just a case of arrested development.
with a regular diet, and plenty of exercise, it grew as Lola
grew, and everyone lived happily ever after.


                               THE END


All my stories are fantasies.  Do not try this at home or
anywhere else.