Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 If you already read the other chapters (Twincest, C/overt) then I'll
consider trigger warnings moot.  If not, then just for the sake of reacap,
let me tell you this one's rough.  Even for me, I just escalated from
Covert Incest (Paternal Sexual Harassment) Fantasy, mutually abusive
Twincest, Emotionally Sadistic Molestation (Sleep) Pseudo-sapphic Rape
(Roleplay) and Victim Rehearsal (Plantacy) All leading up to this.

   This is what they're working toward.  There's your warnings, I'll
reserve chapter heads for pathological notes, and possibly Soundtrack, as
soon as I come up with Leitmotiffs/themes for the players.  From here on
out, it's going to be Horror, Torture, Mind Control, forced
Exhibition/Voyeurism, Sex Slavery, and therapy (Cathartic Revenge) Also,
Misandry, there's dick in it, but it's not treated very well.

   .

   .

   Nancy

   "Mom?"

   "What is it child?" I could tell she was upset.

   "Are you bisexual?"

   "Why do you ask?"

   "Well, I asked daddy about where you work, and.  Well, he said I was
probably old enough, now that I'm growing up, and starting to show an
interest in boys."

   "You're only thirteen." I crossed my legs.

   "Yeahbut, Mira's thirteen too, and you know she looks at that young
lesbos movie?"

   "So, maybe you're starting to feel a little, interested in girls, too?"

   "Oh no, I'm beyond curious." She nodded.

   "So, you have, experimented.  With other girls?"

   "No, mom.  I'm not bi-curious.  I'm a full on lesbian.  From way back, I
had to hide it from mommy, but then when I came here, I didn't have to hide
it no more."

   "Oh, well then.  I don't suppose we have to hide it from you either,
but. Huh!  Did she tell you that was her video?"

   "Young lesbos?" She nodded.  "Uh huh?"

   "Well, what she might not've told you is I got her it, and told your
father it was mine."

   "Because he'd believe you." I nodded, "Because of the kind of shows you
do at work."

   "What exactly did he tell you?"

   "He showed me."

   "Where I work?"

   "I know where you work, mom.  I even seen your picture in the fliers for
the place.  Black beauty, I know everything."

   "Because he showed you."

   "Well, I actually got most of it from Mira, but then I asked me.  So, I
told him what all I already knew, so he'd finally realize I'm old enough to
know the truth."

   "So he showed you."

   "Videos.  Yes."

   "Now, let me explain that that's all an act."

   "So, you're not really a dominatrix?"

   "Well, I am professionally, but it's more than it may seem.  To someone
who watches such scenes, but doesn't know what all goes into it.  There's a
lot more going on, besides what you see on the stage."

   "Behind the scenes."

   "Not only that, but also up here." I tapped my temple.  "That's really
what's important, and especially in how it decides the roles we can play."

   "Well, okay.  Yeah, I guess, I don't totally, understand all of it, so.
Can I ask you some questions about it?"

   "Sure, go right ahead." She took a minute, to think.  "Take your time."
I sat back, and waited.

   "Well, I guess first of all, how come you don't take your clothes off?"

   "Well, I do but you saw that I'm not totally nude."

   "Like the sub." She nodded.

   Okay, there's something I didn't have to explain, "Well, there's also
some fetishism to what I wear.  For me."

   "All that rubber."

   "Hihn," I closed my eyes, and smiled.  "Yeah." Not entirely voluntary.

   "It looks real good on you too."

   "Well, thank you!"

   "I especially like the black, and white contrast, and how your skin
shows through the rubber.  You know how it stretches, in places?"

   "Oh, believe you me, I do!"

   "Hihihn!  You know that's right!"

   "Hold up.  Huh!  Sorry, I know you don't mean anything by it, but would
you mind not using quite so much ghetto slang around me?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  Does that offend you?"

   "Why yes.  It does.  Actually."

   "Well, you're right.  I don't mean nothing by it, it's just the way I
was brought up.  My momma didn't make a lot of money, running from daddy,
and all, so we wound up staying, and hiding in some really rather poor
places.  So, I had a lot of black, and Mexican friends growing up, and
that's why I talk likeat."

   "Oh!" I shook my head, "I had no idea."

   "Of course not, you just got offended, because you assumed it was
racist, because I'm white.  Now, I know you go to a lot of trouble not to
talk black for dad cause he doesn't like it."

   "No, I don't."

   "Excuse me?"

   "Now, listen here, don't presume to come in here, and tell me why I talk
the way I do, if it's not all right for me, then it's certainly
inappropriate for you to speak to me 'likeat,' when you don't know what
you're talking about."

   "Oh yeah?  Then why don't you tell me why you speak so pretentiously all
the time, is it to copy the way dad talks?"

   "No, actually, it's the way I grew up.  For your information, I'm a Navy
brat, so I grew up on station.  You know what that means?"

   "Uh," she thought, "Like, military bases?"

   "Yeah, like military bases, and on ships, overseas, in Europe, Asia,
north Africa, and south America.  That's why, for your information.  I
speak proper English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, and
Portuguese, because I grew up in all those places.  Also, for the record,
your father talks that way around me, because subconsciously he can't stand
not being the smartest one in the room, and I actually tone it down around
so he doesn't feel threatened."

   "There you go, talking all psychiatrist again."

   "Yes, I do.  Again, because of how I grew up, my mother happened to be a
psychotherapist for the US Navy.  So, in addition to their therapist, I got
to hear about it every day from her when she got off work."

   "Oh."

   "Yeah."

   "We done?"

   "Yeah, all right, but I still got some questions about your work."

   "Well, you mind if we take it outside, because now I need some fresh
air."

   "You mean to smoke."

   "Yeah, I mean to smoke.  You got a problem with that?"

   "No, actually I was wondering if I could get one off of you."

   "You're thirteen!"

   "I know!  How old were you when you started smoking?"

   "Huh!" I got two out.  "Oh, all right, but don't tell your father."

   "Don't worry, I don't like talking to him anyway." She took a drag. 
"Hnnnnn!" Blew it out of her nose, and didn't even cough.  Just put her
head back, against the fence with her eyes closed.  "I'm sorry, I don't
mean to fight, it's just.  Hnnnn!" She took another drag, "Whew!  I don't
know.  Cough!  I guess it just how I get to know people."

   "You don't trust strangers, so you test boundries, and try to assert
control." I nodded, took a drag.  Flipped off some ash.

   "Hnnn!  Okay, yeah but, so?"

   "So, that's the kind of behavior that tells about your state of mind. 
From what I heard, your mom was paranoid, and lied about my Eli?"

   "Yeah, I know.  I was expecting, some kind of monster, and now I'm kinda
a bit disappointed that he's really more like just a regular guy."

   "Good, now what would you like to know about my work?"

   "You're an artist."

   "I like to think so."

   "Well, I appreciate it.  Like, performance art?"

   "Yes, exactly."

   "Well, you are pretty good."

   "Why thank you."

   "It just bugs me, that I get this feeling that there's some sort of
message, or statement behind it.  I think I, well, I guess I'd like to
think I'm smart enough to figure it out on my own, but now I got the artist
right here."

   "Well, honestly, I'm not the artist.  I am a performer, I'm a pretty
good dancer, but I really just don't want to take credit away from the real
talent behind the scenes, just because I'm the star."

   "You are?"

   "I solo.  Yes?"

   "Then how come you don't get top billing.  Is it racism?"

   "Well no.  Not exactly, I'm not The star, I'm really more of A star, of
the part of the performance I do.  The top billing at the theater really
goes by popularity, so I suppose there may be some racism behind it,
because most of our customers are white, and therefore they review the
other stars more highly.  However, it is a very diverse, and inclusive
place to work, which is reflected in the cast."

   "Yeah, you got all kinds.  Black, Whites, an Asian, and Mexicans."

   "No, not Mexicans, Latinas.  None of them are actually from Mejeco, for
instance Carmen is Peruvian, and Caricoalla is from Sal Paolo, Brazil."

   "Oh." She started taking another drag, looked down, and turned to drop
it in the can.  "So, you think I could get into it, when I'm older?"

   "Burleque?"

   "Uh huh?  Not really a whole lot of careers in gymnastics, but you know
the trapese, and the curtain dance?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "Well, I don't want to wind up on a stripper pole, but, I got about 5
years before I can go in there anyway.  So, maybe I can start practicing
now, so I'm pretty good by then?"

   "We'll see."

   "Don't tell dad, though."

   "No," I patted her shoulder, "Of course not." He wouldn't understand.

   ;

   Mira

   "Hhhhh!" I forced myself to calm down.  "Whhhhhh."

   Laying back, at home.  In bed, waiting for her to come back, in.  Find
me there, 'sleeping.'

   I'd gotten what I wanted, over and over again, 3 times just today, and
it got me through school, but now, it was her turn.

   Her fantasy, catching me napping.

   Fast asleep.  "WhHhHhHh!" I shivered, despite myself, and felt my bra.
Tight against my nipples, the skin standing up under my blouse, and the
tiny bumps.  Almost too small too see, but I felt them, racing up my chest,
and over my shoulders.

   Not cold, at all.  Even with the air condition kicking in, it's not hot
in here, it's just me.

   "Huhh!" I freeze, anyway.  At her breath, tensing in anticipation of her
touch.  On my sleeve, gently brushing it up with her fingertips, and even
giving it a shake.

   'mira?' Whisper, then a little harder.  So my chest wiggles a little,
and I force myself to keep breathing.

   'hihhhh?  Huhhhh...'

   'hihihn!' Quiet giggle to herself.

   She's know I'm wide awake, just acting.  Playing a part, because that's
the fantasy.  Molesting her sister, in my sleep.  Gently, playfully
brushing cirles around and around, I dare to crack my eyes, enough to see
her.  Biting her lip, shallow sniffs flaring her nose, but eyes on my
chest.

   I hold back a grin of my own, and sniff.

   "Snh?  Hm." Tease her, turning away, and pretending to snore. 
'snhkhkhkhkhkh...'

   Quietly, she recorded me, sleeping.  To prove me wrong, I do so snore,
but I never heard it myself, of course.  In my sleep next to her.  Feel the
bed tilt, a little with her weight, her hand firm on my hip, then playing
up my side.  Tugging out my blouse, and slipping her hand under it.

   "Snh, hhhhh, khkhkh?  Huhhhh!"

   Caressing my belly, pushing it out to bugle against her palm.  Ther
fingers splayed to grope it, and it's most swollen, I let the breath out.

   'huhhHhHhH!" Let out a surpressed shiver, but she's tickling her
fingertips over my ribs.  Pulling out the back of my shirt, to feel up my
spine, and now the goosebumps are really rippling up the back of my neck.
The hairs standing out on my forearm, draped over her elbow, resting on my
nuckles.  "Snh?  Khm!  Khkhkhkhkh!"

   I scooched a little, cheating to slip my hand between my legs.  Press
the edge of my pinky in, against the seam, and split myself open.  Feel it
through my boxer shorts, catching the tips of my pubes, so they twist, and
roll, twirling the roots deep inside my skin.  "Hmn!  HihHhHhH! 
Hhhhhkhkhkhkh...'

   'Mira?'

   "Mhm?" Nod.  "Huh!" Pinching my draw strap, so it pulls up my top tip,
then it let go.  "Huh!" She felt down, the welt dug into my back.  The fat
on the side, and wiggling her finger under me.  Pressing them into the side
of my shirt, the blanket, mattress.

   'you're really hot.'

   "Yeah, sh!" I wiped.  "And wet." Lifted my thigh to turn my hand, and
press my fingertips in.  Deeper.

   "Smquh!" She kissed my neck, and her breath blew out, of her nose, loud
on my earm before her lips found the lobe.  To suck it in, pinch it, and
bite harder, and harder.

   "NHMMMH!" I shook my head, and hugged her arm.  Under me, gripping my
tit, harder and harder to make the nipple bulge out, and pinched it.  I
turned, to bite the pillow.  "MWRHHHH!"

   I don't like the pain.  She knows that, why she likes to hurt me. 
"NYEEEEAAIGH!" She let go, "Huh huh huh!" When she got what she wanted.

   She made me scream.

   "Move your hand."

   "No," I shook my head.

   "NOW!"

   "Pph!  Please?  NYHHHAAIIIGH!"

   "Girls!" The door slammed open.

   "DaAad!" I sat up.  "Get out, give us some fucking Privacy!"

   "No, god damn it, you're making it impossible!  I still have to work,
right next door, you know that!"

   "Then get out!  Get another office, and give me my own ROOM back!' I got
up.

   "Mira," he put his hands up.

   "Don't you MIRah!"

   I pushed him, "Me." Raised my fist, "You!" Smacked his face with my
finger, "You're the one who made me like this, you!" I smacked him, "You
sick fucker."

   "I said, STOP!"

   He hit me.

   I fell down.  Theatrically, it wasn't really that hard.  "Huhuh." I
pushed up, "NyeahehihiahaHA!"

   'you're sick!'

   He backed down the hall, "You're both, insane!"

   Slammed the door, then Vera stormed down the hall.

   Beat on the door.  "You better be packing it up in there, mister!  Shut
it down, NOW!  Get your computer, filthy fucking files, and your dirty
little pictures out of My room.  Tonight, or tell the cops about it when
they show up."

   She stopped, grinned, and waved me up.  I joined her, listening to the
door.

   "Uh uh uh uh!"

   To him sobbing.

   "Come on," she pulled the back of my shirt.  "Lets go back to bed."

   "Yeash!  Huh!"

   Now, I was horny too.

   It went exactly like we planned!

   ;

   Eli

   "Huh!" My hand shook so hard, the pointer wiggled, hovering over the
file.  I hesitated, but steeled myself.  Bracing my wrist on the edge of
the desk top, I pushed the mouse so hard against the pad that it couldn't
move.

   Glanced up, to make sure.

   [Firesale.exe]

   Closed my eyes, and clicked.  Peeked, but now the screen was blank. 
That means it's working, I nodded.

   "There, it's done."

   Or started, it will take a while for the program to run, out across the
connection, trace the tags imbeded in every file, every photo, movie,
address, and copy.  A Virus, designed to follow paths along the Email code.
All the Mailhandlers, for every contact, I ever done business with.

   Seek, and Destroy.  All evidence, and while it's at it, the secure
Paypal network as well.

   "Huh!' I got out my phone, and brought up my account.

   [Balance.]

   Watched it changing, too fast to follow, another digit, counting up.

   $1,

   $2,3

   $,4,5,6...

   Slowly enough to follow, but faster, and faster, as private accounts
emptied out.

   $7, 8, 9, 10,

   $10,123456789

   $11,000.00...

   "Huh!" I feel a little better about it.

   "How's it going in there?" She knocked.  "You're pretty quiet for
someone cleaning up My room."

   "I'm on it," nodding to the door, "Vera.  I destroyed them.  All of
them, every single picture and video I ever took of you.  Both of you. 
Um," I hid my phone, behind me.  "Is your sister there, with you?"

   "Open the door."

   "Just a,"

   "NOW!"

   I closed the ap first, and stuck the phone in my pocket.

   Thump Thump Thump!  "You hear me?  I said unlock it now, or hang a new
one when we break it down."

   "No!" I grabbed the knob, "Don't, you can come in now."

   I winced, as it slammed open, punched a chunk of drywall in with the
knob.  I did, get a chance to see it, rebooting.

   "I thought I told you," she backed me to the corner, "To shut it down."

   My daughter, all grown up.  I'm proud of her, I am, she's become a
strong independent young lady, and I only have to thank her sister for
that. I just have to wonder how she did it.

   "Sit," she pointed, "Down."

   Vera giggled, and spun around in the chair.  "So, how's it work?" She
clicked.  "No password?"

   Also naked, and starting to.  Fill out, to a more, healthy weight.  Not
to judge her, she knew what she was doing.  Staying light, and surprisingly
strong, a gymnast, a good one, if I'm any one to judge.  I wish I could
have been there, to see her, before she retired, but her mother took her
away from me.

   "DaAad!  Quit your sniveling, and show me how to do this?"

   "All right, can me get me another chair?" The bench won't move, it's too
heavy, without taking off all the weights, and breaking it down.

   "On your knees." Mira pushed me down, by the neck, "Crawl, like the dog
you are."

   "Uh!" I covered my ass.  "Don't."

   "No!" she hit me, so I covered my face, "Bad dog!  Get!" I had to let
go, to catch myself, but I hit my elbows on the hardwood.  "Down!  Now. 
Huh!" She took a breath.  "Crawl, on over there, and show your daughter how
to work the computer."

   "Okay!" I pushed up.  "Just don't hit me!"

   "I will Hit you, any Time I Please!"

   "Mira!  Stop."

   "Whuhuhuhm!"

   "I need his help.  Now, where's everything?"

   "Gone!  Snhrk!" I wiped snot off my mouth.  "I told you, I destroyed all
the evidence."

   "What about the camera?" She looked up on the shelf.

   "Hit the Commodore button." She bent down to the tower.

   "Nh!  No.  Snhk!" It kept blubbering back out, and my face was soaked
with tears, "On the keyboard."

   "Oh, the C equal sign?"

   "Ngh, yeah."

   "Oh, it's just like the Start menu!"

   "Yeah.  Peripherals?" She moved the sprite down, "Video." It came up.

   ;

   Vira

   "Oh!" it came up.  Live, I had to get up, look back and forth, and wave
my hand in front of my face.  Back and forth across the bookshelf. 
"Cleverly hidden." I pulled out the binder.  "Hihihin!" In stereo, 3d, the
2 dots on the end just look black, when really they're not like the ends of
the two binders inside.

   "Huh!" [Video Essentials] Instead of pages, there as a video card, wired
to the pinhle cameras in the top.  I set it up on the desk, spread with the
keyboard in between, like a girl's legs.

   "I thought I told you to quit your sniveling." Turned back, as soon as
his face was in the middle of the screen.

   "Nh, then tell her to quit hitting me!"

   "Hit him again."

   "Nh!'

   "Harder."

   "Nh!  Hhmhmhn!" I hope I never get sick of hearing him choke back sobs.

   "That's what you get for beating up women." I smack him.  "Hihihn! 
Yeah!" again.  "We're going to keep beating you until you can take it, like
a man.  Hold him."

   She already had his arms back, but I waited.  For her to get her elbows
in his, and hold her hands together.  Behind her back.

   "You don't have the BALLS!"

   "Guhn!" He didn't double over.  He couldn't.

   "Let him go."

   "uhhhhn!" He curled up, like a baby.

   "Hihihihn!"

   "Oh," she turned.  Her head.  "Hhh." Felt his side, and rubbed his arm.
"It's okay.  The pain will go away.  You'll get used to it.  Trust me, we
did.  Right sis?"

   She looked up, smiled for the camera.

   "Mhm!" I nodded, felt my butt jiggle, even standing like this.  Back
turned, feet planted firmly, to rest my hands on my lips, I bent over.

   Didn't even look back, knowing the view it gave of my pussy.  I bet it
was shiny.  Wet with dew, and her spit, rubbed in frantically with her
fingers, and I rubbed her clit right back.  For orgasm after orgasm waiting
for him to come out.

   Well, the wait was over.

   "You'll learn to like it.  I did, I love pain.  Why I'm so good at it,
she's learning.  How to do it right, not too much, so you go numb, but the
real secret is surprise."

   I clapped.

   "NHUH?" He tensed, somehow pulled even tighter.

   "We're like lovers.  Me and pain, we go way back.  You think you're the
only mean drunk in the family?  You're only now, just starting to
appreciate the feeling, but I was grew up with it.  Feeling worthless,
helpless, hurting inside, and not even knowing why.  You saw to that, I saw
the bruises.  From your knuckles, on her belly, her pregnant belly, you
couldn't even wait for her to have us, but it didn't stop there.  She took
pictures, herself when nobody would believe her.  She showed me what you
had done.  You think your sick porn was a shock to me?  The little girls
you watched, screaming for more, while real men whipped them.  Helpless. 
You don't know what that feels like.

   Not yet.

   But

   You

   Will

   Learn!"

   "No, ah gahd no!"

   "But first, you get to watch."

   Mira got up.  Lying, he watched more than enough, but she knows what I'm
doing.

   "You like to watch don't you."

   "No, please." Now he was dreading it, watching what he did secretly,
even tried to hide it in here.

   The sniveling coward.  "You don't have a choice.  Go on and get the
crazy glue."

   "Okay!" I skipped off.

   "We didn't get a choice!" she bent over, "Look at me!"

   She held his face.

   "You looked at me whether I wanted it or not, NOW you don't get to look
away.  Look at my face.  My fat disgusting body, look at what you did to
me. Telling me how beautiful I would be, when I grew up.  'Just like your
mother,' you said, well I showed you.  I made myself eat, made my self fat
so you wouldn't look at me."

   Standing in the hall, behind the door so I could only see her, but he
can't see me.  Covering my mouth, in case I giggle.

   "Now.  You WILL look at me.  Look at what you did to me!"

   "MIRA!"

   She knocked him out!

   "HuhHhH!" Let go of his head.  Bounced it off the floor, once, before I
had to stop her.

   Waiting by the door, I knew I couldn't trust her.

   "Huh!" looking at her shaking hands.  "Help me." I shook my head,
frowned, and showed every bit of my disappointment.  "No telling how long
he'll be out."

   "On the weight bench?"

   "Of courshUH!" Rolled him back, and steadied him.  "Now, don't kill him,
long enough for me to go get the tape, all right?"

   "Okay!"

   "I told you you have to control yourself."

   "I know, I'm sorry!"

   She'll never learn to control anyone else, until she does...

   ;

   Mira

   "Huh!" Right, again.  I turned the camera, to the corner, where he's got
his exercise machine.  Then, I got down.  On my knees, right where I forced
him own, and felt his lap.  His jeans, I unbuttoned them quick, and caught
my breath.

   "Hm." Giddy, like my birthday.  You know, we hadn't celebrated one
together yet?

   Never mind, while she's gone, now it was to finally see, what I had been
missing all this time.

   "Mhhhh."

   "Sh." I looked back.  "You don't want her to hear you." I looked back,
seriously, and made sure he saw my expression.  "Trust me on this."

   I can hurt him.  I did, and it felt so good, but not like her.  He just
got a taste, but she'd practiced on me for months.

   "I can hurt you, but she's much better at it.  Understand?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Now, I don't know how much time we have together.  Alone like this, but
she has a long list of things to get, and she'll no doubt check them twice.
I know, you don't know what to say, so at least listen to me.  For once, in
your wretched, lih.  Hm.  Huh!" Shake my head.  "Just listen, this is
important, all right?"

   "Mhm?"

   "I love you.  Huh!" Just the look on his face, "There, I said it." was
so worth it.

   "What?"

   "Sh." I put my finger down, "Sh.  Just listen.  I do, love you, so much.
Even after all you did to me, and mom, and mama Nancy, I don't have to
forgive you, because it's true.  I have always loved you, maybe not the way
a daughter should.  I know it's sick, but I'm even glad you chased our
mommy away, and she took her, so I could have you all to myself, for as
long as I did.

   Why, I even thought I was a lesbian, before I realized why I could never
feel anything for boys.  Or even another man, because they're not you. 
They will never live up to the example of you, the perfect man, but I hate
you.  Too, that's the part that confused me so long, it made me bitter, and
bitchy, and finally I needed for Vera to come back, so we could figure it
out together.

   I can love you, and hate you, so much, but you know I used o cry myself
to sleep?  Before I met Vera, she held me so I didn't have to, and for the
first time, I could just drift away with her, to dream without nightmares,
but I finally even figured out why.  It wasn't even until you hit me, just
then that I finally got the last piece of the puzzle.  Huh!  Wow, oh my
god, that' it, isn't it?  You never layed a hand on me, or even hit Nancy
in front of me, or even where I could hear it.

   At first I couldn't believe it, because you never layed a hand on me,
and you never touched me.  Like this." I looked down.  "I never saw this,
before.  Huh!  Even soft like this, it's every bit as wonderful as I had
always imagined, but I'm glad, we got this chance.  Huh, smooch.  Now, go
ahead, close your eyes, and try not to moan too loud.

   As long as she thinks you're still out, she won't hurt you, but I just
want to suck you hard.  Just this once before she comes back.  Smwolm. 
Shloop!  Huh!  There, you feel it?  You can touch me if it helps.  You like
them?  My tits, go ahead.  Hhuh.  Mh, yeah!"

   "Yes, sweetheart.  They're very nice."

   "Good, I'm glad, now just close your eyes, and let me try to jerk you
off.  Real quick.  Sh.  You don't have to say anything, but just listen. 
Just let me tell you the best part, that I'm only now starteing to realise.
That when I cried myself to sleep, afraid you would come in, and pull back
the covers.  Touch me, and pull it out to make me suck it, and rape me in
bed.  Huh!  For years, so long, I swear, it got to the point, I secretly
started to hop, you would."

   "Oh!  Nh,huhHuh?"

   "Yes, cum for me daddy.  Oh god, come all over my tits, and my face,
ohhhhH finally, lnm, mowolghuhuhughuguk!  Kuh!"

   I had nothing more to say, nothing more to do than wipe it on my face,
and in my mouth, suck it hungrily from my fingers, and scoop it up from my
chest when they were clean.

   "Sh, here she comes!!" I got up, and grabbed his towel from the side
side of the desk.  Draped over the wire, threaded between the legs to hold
it up, like a washcloth.  His cum rag.

   "That everything?"

   I wiped off my forehead.

   "I think so."

   "I better go take a shower, before he wakes up.  I don't know if I'll be
able to control myself."

   "It's okay," she smiled, and pulled out some tape.  "I got this."

   I took it with me.  Spat a little extra in the cum rag, and squished it
together.  To mix the evidence, the DNA from his sperm with the epithelials
in my spit.  I started the water, then dropped it in a zip-lock.

   I didn't lie about that.  I really do need a shower, but not to calm
down.  the rest of that was an act, but i have to get it off of me so I can
get dirty.  It's his sperm, my father's but as hot as that fantasy may be,
I don't want to get pregnant.  As hot as that fantasy may be, even as it
runs down my chest, washes down my belly and legs, I can imagine them. 
Excitedly, swimming.  Tickling all over like electric tingles until they
find where they need to go.  Smell the egg deep inside me, and follor the
estrogen to find her.  Sniffing like dogs, but I can't do it.  I won't go
through with it, but i can imagine.

   "Huh!" That's probably clean enough, to get dirty.

   ;

   Vira

   "Hihihn!  Well, she didn't kill you while you're passed out." I closed
my legs Around his, and swiped his balls.

   Surprise?  No.

   "Hiheh, hahaha!"

   He grabbed my arms, showing the anger in his face, but i just laughed
right back into it.

   "What are you going to do?" I looked down, back and forth.  At his arms,
his hands gripping mine, forcefully.  "Go ahead, and bruise me." I turned
back, over my shoulder.  "We already have the video, but the cops can
always use more evidence."

   "Vira." He warned, but his grip relaxed.

   "Shut up." I tore off the tape, but he held me back.  "I don't have to
bind you, but you will shut up, and listen.  Now, hold still."

   "You don't have to do this."

   "Of course not." But I want to!  "Now, hold.  Still.  There." I slicked
it on.  "Now you don't have to control yourself." I got up.  Pulled off
more tape.  "Go ahead, and hold onto the bar." He looked up.  "Go on, I
don't have to hurt you, if you cooperate.  I don't want to, like Mira.  I'm
not the sadist you made her, but I will, if you don't cooperate."

   We had him.  Of course, and I lied a little in there.  Not as much as
she did, I'm a sadist all right, but it's not about pain.  For me, I like
to hurt his feelings, and even through the tape I could see it.

   "Hihn!" I nodded.  "Good." I felt his knuckles.  "Good boy."

   He just gave up.  Beaten, which means we won.  I won, she got hers, and
now it's my turn.  Tag team, she can hurt his flesh, but that's only skin
deep.  "I can use pain." I pulled the tape around his wrist, his hairy
wrist, but crossed his knuckles, and came back around.  The front of it. 
"Honestly, I like it, but that's how I can use it.  I know how it feels,
but I don't have to hurt you.  That's how I could control myself."

   "Mhm?" Good, he's listening.

   "Hihn!" I tore it off, and walked around.

   "She did," I looked back, "Hurt you.  I can tell, I can see it on your
face." Started on the other hand, but held it first.  Caring, and rubbed
his fingertips with my tongue."

   I lied, "Now, I don't know what she told you." I helped her write it. 
"But I could guess." Adding a last wrap, under the crisscrossing bights,
wound diagonally over his knuckles, I ripped the roll off.

   I leaned down, "Sh, you don't have to answer me, but you can nod, yes or
no."

   "Mhm?"

   "She told you," I leaned down, managed to hold back my grin, until I was
out of sight.  To the side, right by his ear, but I watched his eyes. 
"Exactly what you wanted to hear."

   HUH!

   His eyes, slapped shut, almost hard enough to hear, and my heart jumped
as if startled by a thunderclap.

   "HhHhH!  Hihihm!  NyeahuhahaHA!"

   He shivered!

   God, it feels delicious!

   I felt down, "Mhr!" To his balls, "MRHHHHH!" To twist them, just so that
feeling would't go away.  I could milk it, harder and harder. 
"Mhihmhmhmhm!" Then let go, to listen to him wimper.

   Whisper, 'no.' Back in his ear, eyes clenched tight enough to squeeze
out tears.  "I don't have to hurt you.  I do it, because I want to!"

   ;

   {Sorry for the wait, but I had to work back up to this.  I'm on it...}