From: Sharon@has.no.email   
      
   LOLITA STORIES   
      
      
      
   SEARCHING THE CONVICT'S DAUGHTER (M/g, nc, spank, rp)   
      
   By SugarDaddy   
      
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   Winchester prison was seriously understaffed so Phil, who should have   
   been on sick leave following an injury to his leg, was working light   
   duties. This meant that he was responsible for checking the prisoner’s   
   visitors and today, being a visiting day, he had a queue of impatient   
   women and a few children waiting to be checked.   
      
   Only a week ago a cell search had turned up a small quantity of heroin   
   which, it was believed, had been passed to a prisoner by a visitor. As   
   a result Phil had orders to check all visitors extra carefully.   
      
   The visitors formed an unruly queue and after putting their personal   
   belongings into lockers waited outside Phil’s office till he called   
   them in.   
      
   “Next,” Phil called and a blonde woman of about 30 walked in. Being   
   well used to the procedure she stood on a marked spot and waited while   
   Phil led an Alsatian dog over to her.   
      
   Because this was a male only prison they didn’t employ female guards   
   that could do a body search of the visiting women so instead they used   
   a dog trained to sniff out drugs and called up help from the local   
   police if the dog reacted positively.   
      
   After leading the dog around the woman with no response Phil checked   
   the woman’s passport and checked her name against the list of   
   authorised visitors before handing her a pass. Unlocking the other door   
   in the office he allowed her access to the secure area that contained   
   the cubicles used for visiting.   
      
   “Next,” he called as he walked back to collect the dog.   
      
   The door opened and an attractive woman in her mid twenties walked in   
   with a girl of about eight in tow. The woman looked unsure of herself   
   and Phil immediately recognised her as someone who hadn’t been before.   
      
   “Passport?” He asked holding out his hand. The woman handed over her   
   passport, which Phil checked. “Mary Taylor?” he asked as he read the   
   passport. “Paul Taylor’s wife?”   
      
   The way he said it brought fear to the woman’s face and so it should   
   thought Phil. Paul Taylor was the bastard who had attacked him and   
   injured his leg. As a result her husband was facing another two years   
   on his sentence   
      
   The woman nodded confirming that she was indeed Paul Taylor’s wife and   
   waited to be allowed through to see him.   
      
   “You are meant to come in one at a time,” Phil informed her. ”So either   
   you or the little bitch Daughter can get back out and wait.”   
      
   “You can’t talk to us like that,” Mary, told him regaining some of her   
   composure. “I will report you to your boss.”   
      
   “You don’t seem to know who and where you are,” Phil replied. “You and   
   your Daughter are the scum of the earth. You are some lag’s cunts and   
   if you think that anyone is going to listen to a tart like you then go   
   ahead. But before you can go anywhere you can get back outside the door   
   and to the back of the queue and I will see you when I have dealt with   
   all the others.   
      
   “Please,” begged Mary. We only have a set time with my husband and if   
   you make us wait we will see even less of him.   
      
   “Then you had better get out and hope that I don’t take too long with   
   the others,” warned Phil.   
      
   Mary could see the futility of arguing further with this man so took   
   her Daughter and went to the back of the queue as he had instructed.   
      
   Phil enjoyed taking his time with the other visitors until once again   
   Mary and her Daughter stood in his office.   
      
   “You only come in one at a time,” Phil informed her. “Get out and then   
   one of you can come back in.”   
      
   Mary knew better than to argue and went back outside.   
      
   Now Phil’s door opened and Mary’s eight-year-old Daughter came back in.   
   As she stood fidgeting nervously in front of him Phil let his eyes   
   wonder over her preteen body.   
      
   The girl was about four foot tall with a slim build, flat stomach and   
   as yet no breasts. She was dressed in a light blue crop top, which   
   showed her brown tummy and matching tight shorts that showed off her   
   rounded little bum. The little girl’s blonde hair, which fell to her   
   shoulders, surrounded a cute face that, at the moment looked very   
   frightened.   
      
   Phil felt his cock reacting to both the way the cute little tramp   
   looked and to the fright that she obviously felt.   
      
   Getting up Phil walked the dog around her and noted that the dog seemed   
   about to react as if he had found something and then carried on without   
   stopping. This was very strange behaviour and Phil returned to his desk   
   in a quandary.   
      
   Should he call out a local policewoman to search an eight-year-old   
   girl? If he did and she found nothing he would be the laughing stock of   
   the prison.   
      
   “What is your name?” he asked as he thought about what to do.   
      
   “Kissy,” mumbled the girl.   
      
   “Kissy?” asked Phil. “What sort of name is that?”   
      
   “Kissy,” the girl mumbled again looking even more frightened.   
      
   Picking up his wastebasket Phil held it towards the girl. “Get rid of   
   whatever you are eating and answer my questions properly,” he   
   instructed her.   
      
   The girl stood there looking more and more desperate as Phil waited   
   with the basket in his hands. Finally she shook her head no and stood   
   defiantly in front of him with her little chin stuck out showing that   
   she had a stubborn side.   
      
   Phil stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of the girl.   
   Reaching out quickly her squeezed either side of the girl’s jaw with   
   one of his big hands and her mouth popped open. Reaching inside he   
   pulled out a small bag wrapped in Clingfilm that she was trying to hide   
   under her tongue and dropped it on the desk.   
      
   “Now what was your name,” he asked the terrified girl.   
      
   “Chrisy sir,” she replied her eyes never leaving the package on the   
   desk.   
      
   “Ok Chrisy, do you have any more of these secreted around your body,”   
   he continued.   
      
   “No sir,” answered the girl looking up at him for the first time. “I’m   
   sorry sir please don’t report me.”   
      
   Phil thought for a moment and decided that this opportunity was just   
   too good to miss. He could get his revenge on the man who had injured   
   him and slate his perverted lust at the same time.   
      
   “I have a problem,” he told her. “I will have to search you, to check   
   that you don’t have any more drugs hidden on you. Normally we would   
   call for a policewoman from the local station to come and search you   
   but if I do that, both you and your Mum will be arrested, your Mum will   
   go to jail and you will end up in a children’s home.”   
      
   “Oh please don’t report us,” Chrisy begged tears beginning to fall from   
   her eyes.   
      
   “Well, I could do the search myself but only if I had your Mother’s   
      
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