Disjointed Custody
 A Tale of Kidnaping, Lesbian Pedo Sex and Scat

Authors note: This story contains adults only material, about
scat, scat play and children involved in scat play. If you are
not into scat, this story isn't one you will like. If you are
into scat, its one I hope you will enjoy.





      Sharon pulled her toddler through the busy airport in her
usual  flurry to meet the next deadline. In her other hand was a
cell phone  which seemed permanently attached to her head.
  
  "No Simon that's a 4 o'clock conference with the Hymon Firm,
your  presentation better be ready. I will meet you at the
Restaurant at 2 and  bring Charlie and Samantha. We will
brainstorm for an hour during  lunch.....yes I'm still here at
the airport dropping off  Mary....yes...yes...her flight is in 15
minutes. See you at 2."

    Putting her cell in her pocketbook the ever perfect Sharon,
dressed  for success turned and stooped to brush a locket of curl
 from Mary's  forehead. Pulling a comb from her bag,  she quickly
adjusted the errant  blonde bang and stared into the little girls
wide blue eyes.

    "Mommy, can't you come with me this time?" Mary's bottom lip
pushed  forward as her mouth turned down and her eyes began to
water. I don like  going in the plane alone. Pretty please
Mommy?"

   Sharon brushed the hair of her child with frantic
frustration,  checking her watch. "Mary you know Mommy can't go,
and you won't be  alone. The nice lady Stewardess will give you
coloring books and you can  have sodas, and in two hours you will
be at the airport and Daddy will  be there."

   "I know it Mommy." Mary looked down at her shoes. "Why can't
you and  Daddy move back together? Every week I have to go to a
new place."

  "Its every two weeks Mary, don't exaggerate." Sharon put away
the comb  and pulled Mary toward the boarding gate. "Daddy has
his business to run  and Mommy has hers. And don't ask why we
can't get married again, it  just isn't going to happen."

   Sharon put on her "I'm- in- a- hurry please- take- my-
baggage-smile". Of course there was no luggage, only a little
girl none  too pleased to travel. The airline Host knew these two
intimately as  they went through this ritual twice a month and
had since the little  girl first began to walk. "Good Day Mary!
Hello Ms. Harrington. You are  just in time for boarding."

  Handing the little girl her ticket, the Airline host allowed
Mary to  enter the long extendable hallway already umbilically
connected to the  727 on the tarmac. Just as the little girl
shuffled slowly off down the  tube, Sharon turned her kissing her
cheek. "Mary, you be a good girl and  do what the Good Lady tells
you to do. I don't want any more reports  that you throw a temper
tantrum on the airplane. If a grown up Lady  tells you to do
something, its just like me telling you. you do it.  Understand?"

   Mary nodded her head, and reluctantly turned to enter the
plane. On  her shirt was pinned a note telling the stewardess the
name of Mary's  Father, his and her telephone numbers (all 14 of
them), and the  instructions "Mary  is to receive only diet sodas
and no candy. Cake is  ok but no second piece".
  The ritual was one everyone knew, and no one really cared for.
Such was  the nature of the corporate professional divorce;
Mothering done by  strangers on the fly.

 Mary was greeted by the cap toothed smiling Stewardess she
had seen  before. She knew many of them by now, this one was not
one of her  favorites. "Hello again Mary. A big girl traveling
alone? You remember  me don't you?"

  "Yess I remember you." Mary sighed with a hint of sarcasm.
"You will  give me real cokes instead of diet if I promise not to
make the others  in 1st class get mad."

 The Stewardess darkened her smile, realizing her professional
facade  had been exposed. "Just try to behave Mary. I don't want
to have to tell  your Daddy again. OK?"

 "My Daddy doesn't care." Mary mumbled to herself. "Nobody
cares what I  do so long as I do it somewhere else."
   "I'm sure that isn't true." the Stewardess said buckling the
little  girl into the padded leather seat. "Your Mommy and daddy
love you very  much. See? They let you fly in first class instead
of coach."

  The passengers all in place the doors sealed, the plane was
soon in  the air. The Stewardess of course ignored Sharon's note
and gave the  child heaping helpings of every candy, cake, soda
and nut she had on  hand. She knew the child's stomach ache would
be someone else's problem,  and at least there would be peace for
the present.

Mary only made half the noise she usually did. Only when she
wanted a  fresh cookie or bit of devils food cake did she begin
to annoy the poor  fellow next to her trying to get his laptop
reports in order.

 In another city a few hundred miles to the east, Thomas
Harrington  was weaving through traffic in his jaguar xje trying
to get to the  airport. Thomas was  hopelessly distracted by his
cell phone balanced on  his shoulder. He was chewing out his
secretary Laura, who had failed to  ask for extra starch in his
collars and forgotten to tell the cleaners  to remove the cough
drop from the pocket of his Armani suit. Now it was  a mess of
dry cleaning chemical and the suit was spotted. "Listen Miss
Boyerre...I can easily replace your sorry ass. I'm sure any bean
burrito  eating Mexican who learned English from sailors in her
port town could  do as well. I'm taking the cost of this suit out
of your salary...that's  right. I'm sick of your incompetence.
I'm on my way to pick up Mary at  the airport..you had
better...." but he never finished the sentence.  Laura on the
other end of the phone at the office of Harrington Limited  heard
a sudden squeal of tires , crunch of metal and breaking glass.
The  last word before the line went dead was "oh shit..I'm
bleeding."

  Laura put down the phone. Her mind racing faster than her
idiot  bosses driving habits. Many were the times she had
secretly lusted over  little Mary as she came with her Daddy to
the firm. Laura had fingered  herself many an evening in front of
her home PC, searching for kiddy  porn and thinking of the little
girl. Her fantasies along these lines  were varied and dark. Now
Laura trembled with the realization a door of  opportunity was
presenting itself.

  Laura made a few excuses of feeling ill and needing to take
the rest  of the day off. She was careful not to mention her
inside knowledge  about Mr. Harrington's accident, nor little
Mary's imminent arrival.  Walking quickly to the parking garage,
she headed home for her modest  flat, sitting in traffic about 20
minutes. She dialed up Emergency and  asked if a Mr Harrington
had been admitted. "Yes" was the reply. "He has  been injured in
a traffic accident and is likely to require some  surgery."

   Laura parked and took the stairs to her flat. It was a modest
row  house near the firm, but provided a bit more privacy than a
high rise  apartment. At least she had no upstairs neighbors, and
the little old  lady down stairs was quite stone deaf. Laura let
herself in and quickly  went to her dresser where she took a
brown wig, some theatrical  spectacles and applied some make up
to her face. She dressed in a simple  smock and made sure her
handbag was an older one she no longer needed.  She tied her hair
with a scarf and checked her reflection, satisfied  that on a
glance she looked entirely different than her ususal self. The
idea was to appear to be nondescript without looking as if one
was  trying to hide ones face.

 Laura quickly made her way back down the stairs to her little
Toyota  and off to the airport. In her mind she rehearsed the
story. She must  win the Airline representatives favor while at
the same time not  alarming little Mary unduly.

  The traffic was awful to the airport which heightened Laura's
 nervousness. Risk prison? Would seducing a four year old like
Mary be  worth it? She decided it was, especially if she were
careful not to get  caught. Entering the terminal she gave a
quick glance at the incoming  flights from Sharon Harrington's
home city. Ah, there was a flight that  arrived 30 minutes ago at
gate 12. Laura clicked her heels walking  swiftly to the Airline,
to find the stewardess and little Mary standing  impatiently
awaiting the Dad who was as usual ..late.

   "Hello," Laura put out her hand, taking that of the
Stewardess. "This  is little Mary? May I have a word with you a
moment in private." Laura  smiled broadly at the uniformed
attendant. Stepping aside she spoke out  of hearing of Mary who
paced and looked p.o.ed as usual.

  "I'm Shawn Philips, and am Thomas Harrington's fiancee. He was
 involved in a traffic accident about an hour ago and is in the
hospital  in emergency right now. He asked me to come and get his
little girl, but  not to alarm her as his situation may be
serious."

   The Stewardess looked properly dismayed, both at the news of
the  accident and the now unexpected decision she must make. Her
flight was  boarding in 10 minutes.

 "If you have any doubts you can contact Harrington Limited or
the  hospital about the accident. Unfortunately Thomas is under
anaesthesia  or you could call him directly." Laura lied. She
handed the Stewardess  her cell phone. "And please hurry if you
will. I need to get back to  Thomas and be by his side." Laura
shed a false tear to show her distress  at the whole event.

 The Stewardess looked at her watch and then at little Mary who
had as  usual made her life miserable for the last 4 hours. "No
need." said the  Stewardess. "She is all yours."
    Laura thanked the woman profusely and hurried to take Mary by
the  hand, making introductions as they walked quickly across the
terminal.

 "Hi Mary, I'm Shawn. I am good friends with your Daddy. He
couldn't  make it today and he asked me to come pick you up and
to entertain you  today. He is away on important business."

  Mary crossed her arms obtusely. "Why isn't my Daddy here?"
she  pouted. "He is always on portant busness! I'm portant
busness too!"

 "You certainly are." Mary praised. "You are the most important
little  girl in the world. And to show you, I'm going to take you
to a toy  store, or the zoo, or wherever you want to go today."

 "I don't feel good. I have a stomach ache." Mary complained.
"I wanna  go home, not to some smelly zoo."

   "Well..." Laura smiled. "You can come with me to my house and
I will  fix you up so that tummy is all better."

 "No! I wanna go to my house." Mary stomped her feet. They
climbed into  Laura's Toyota.

  "Oh we will go there next, but first lets stop at my house.
Its a lot  closer and I'm sure once you go potty you will feel
better, don't you?"  Laura suggested.

 "I do hafta go." Mary said noticing the need was becoming
stronger.  "Ok, we stop at your house then take me home."

   Laura made small talk with the child as they drove, telling
her what  a pretty little girl she was and how much she loved to
play house and  Barbies, and what her favorite cartoons were.
   Mary warmed to the attention, but continued to hold her
stomach and  look a bit green. "Please hurry." Mary moaned. "I
really need to go  now."

 Traffic as usual was very unforgiving and Laura could smell a
whiff of  bowel, knowing Mary was barely holding back a mass
expulsion. "Just hang  on Honey." She smiled. "Oh darn this
traffic!"

   Secretly Laura was overjoyed at this bit of icing on the
cake. Taking  the long way home the little girl soon was in a
desperate way beyond  help. Laura knew by the sudden strong odor
and the Little girls sheepish  expression that Mary had just
filled her panties.

"Oh dear." Said the kindly Laura. "Did we have an accident?"

   Mary began to tear up. "I AM a big girl. I just couldn't hold
it." She  began to cry. "It feels yucky. Please hurry."

  Laura was both moved by the exoticness and sympathy for the
young  girl's embarrassment. It reminded her of similar times in
her childhood  when she had accidents at school and how the
children had called her  "Poopy-Girl."

 By the time they reached Laura's Flat, the smell inside the
Toyota  was quite ripe. Mary was sobbing, and a brown stain was
slowly creeping  down her white stocking pantyhose. Whatever she
had eaten had come out  less than firm. As Mary walked up the
stairs she dripped little puddles  of brownish urine. The back of
her skirt advertised a large wet rear.  Laura was breathless with
anticipation.

    Laura unlocked her apartment door letting the soggy child
waddle  uncomfortably into the main living room. A large wide
screen tv, a  computer a couch, all tasteful but not upscale were
the furnishings.  "Lean over the coffee table Mary, I will clean
you up, ok?" Laura took  the child to the center of the room and
positioned her so that she stood  in front of the computer web
camera. Laura quickly put in a disk and  began recording.

 "Have you anything I can wear?" Mary blubbered. "My clothes
are all  yuckie!"

  "You don't worry about your clothes, I will see they get
cleaned."  Laura went up behind the child, unzipping her dress
and allowing it to  fall to the floor. Mary stepped out of it,
her undershirt and leotard  stockings remained as did her patent
leather shoes. A large bulge of  brown had indeed soiled the
child's stockings.  Laura's hands trembled  as she slowly began
to peel down the shit filled leotard. The panties  came down with
them as far as the little girls knees. Her entire back  end was a
sticky mess.

  "Huwee!" Laura commented with a chuckle. "We did fill those
panties  didn't we?"

  "Please don't tell my daddy." Mary pleaded. "I'm a big girl
now."

   "Don't worry, this will be our little secret. Now take off
your shoes  and lets get those messy panties off of you, ok?"
Laura could barely  contain her glee.

  Turning around Mary sat down on the coffee table leaving a
large  brown butt print, as she stuck out her feet for Laura to
remove her  shoes.  Laura slowly pulled the shitty drawers down
off her feet, taking  them and putting them in a large ziplock
freezer bag.

 "Now then sweetie. You sit right there and I will get some
soap and  water. Here, let me put on the TV for you." Laura went
over and slipped  in a dvd she had burned from downloads off the
Internet.

 As Laura went in the other room, the set came on to show a
series of  short clips of little girls about Mary's age,
spreading their pussies,  masturbating with vibrators, or being
sexually assaulted by adults. Most  of the adults were men, as
there was little in the way of Lesbian child  sex that Laura was
able to locate and download.

  As Laura came back into the room, the screen showed  a little
blonde  Russian girl was having her pussy licked by a man with a
mustache. Mary  stared at the scene with curiosity.

  "What is that man doing to that girl?" Mary asked. "He is
kissing her  private. Hey, he put his tongue in it. Oh yuck!"

 "Oh." Said Laura quizzically, "Doesn't your Daddy do that to
you? Or  your Mommy? I thought all good Mommies and Daddies loved
their little  girls and made them feel good with butterfly
kisses."

"What's a butterfly kiss?" Mary said a bit concerned she was
missing  yet another aspect of parental bonding.

 "You never had one?" Laura opened her eyes in mock surprise.
"Oh my oh  my! I will have to show you how. The only more
important thing than a  butterfly kiss for Mommies and their
little girls is a starfish kiss!"

"Starfish kiss?" Mary was really confused now. Had her parents
totally  neglected her even more than she knew?

"Oh starfish kisses and starfish kisses with chocolate! They
are sooo  much fun! You have to learn how Mary. Every little girl
your age must  learn how to be a big girl." Laura gushed with
enthusiasm.

  Laura began to clean the little girls bottom, Mary stood
holding her  ass cheeks apart so that the baby wipes could get it
all off. It took  almost an entire roll, but soon the little girl
was as clean as one can  be short of a bath.

 "Now Mary, get on the coffee table and stand like a kitty. Let
me  check and see if you are really really clean. OK?"

  Mary continued watching the short clips on the TV as she got
on all  fours on the coffee table, her bottom protruding for
Laura's inspection.  On the screen, a little girl was being
urinated on by a man, probably  the child's father. Her face was
contorted as she tried to avoid the  piss in her eyes and nose.
The stream pelted down on her face  mercilessly.

 "Why is he peeing on her?" Mary asked with unease. "Did she do
 something bad?"

  "Oh no." Laura continued staring up Mary's widespread  ass
crack at a  beautiful pink little pucker, "Daddies who love their
little girls  always do that. Mommies too. Don't your Mommy and
daddy love you? They  never let you have any fun, do they."

 "No my Mommy said pee was dirty." Mary said. "She said it only
goes in  the toilet."

  "That's because your Mommy is selfish." Laura replied. "A good
mommy  always pees on her daughter every day to show she loves
her."

  Laura began to remove her own skirt and draw down her
panties.  Standing only in a blouse and bra, (and wig and
glasses) She sat back on  the couch, spreading her vaginal lips
and fingering her clitoris.  "Mary.." she said huskily. "Come
here please."

The child stared wide blue eyed into the hairy vaginal canyon.
Fear  began to creep across the child's face. "Wha..what are you
doing?" she  said. Suddenly it occurred to her adults don't act
like this.

to be continued...