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HOME INVASION II

1.  About the story, HOME INVASION II

Home Invasion II is a continuation of Home Invasion 

INRODUCTION WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature 
and should not be read by anyone who is under the 
age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such 
material. 


First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of 
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging 
the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the 
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the 
Government for a redress of grievances. 


1.   About the story HOME INVASION. 
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the 
issue of incest and underage sex. The story involves 
consensual sex between a 13 year girl and her father. The 
story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual 
activity. 


2.  Statement on incest and under age sex 
I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I 
have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest 
seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological 
aversion to incest.  Usually people are only attracted to close 
relatives when they have been raised apart. However there 
are exceptions. 


In the same way sex between adults and children appears 
so risky for both parties that it is something that no moral or 
sane adult would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off 
choices which have to be taken into consideration before an 
adult can morally engage in such a relationship.  Like 
everything else any act might be moral. 


Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense 
because the potential for abuse is too great. In an 
incestuous relationship or a relationship with someone who 
is under age, the difference in power between the two 
maybe so great, that there can be no consent.  This is not 
always the case but laws are made for the greatest good for 
the greatest number and are not made for any one 
individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is hurt 
then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public or 
once someone is hurt then it become society's business.       


It seems we are trapped in own hysteria. We seem to be 
moving to a point where masturbation and lustful thoughts 
are treated more harshly then murder. With out knowledge 
we can't address any problem. All we do know is some 
people have been hurt terribly and some people are being 
punished even though they don't seem to have hurt anyone. 


The hysteria about this subject is at such a peak, in this 
society, that there is no rational way to examine the issue. 
If one tries to discuss the issue then one risks being labeled 
as an offender. The same problem exists with studies or 
reports because, if people who have had either experience, 
report honestly they are likely be exposed to legal problems 
or public embarrassment. The only people who are likely to 
take such a risk are those who have an ax to grind either 
way and they can not be trusted to tell the truth. As for 
anonymous reports they can never be trusted. Consequently 
it seems that fiction is the only way to examine the issue at 
this time 

This story takes place in the same universe as the story as Home
Invasion and Marilyn by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like
either 
story you are likely to like the other 

Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter ... 
from the following email address and send comments to   
homasubi...@fastmail.fm 

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HOME  INVASION II
by Ho Masubi

There was the taste of metal in the little girl's mouth. 
Then she couldn't breathe. There was no air there 
and a weigh prevented her from moving. She 
couldn't struggle, death slammed into her.  

Her eyes cleared.  There was a woman staring into 
her face.  "Still with us you worthless little bitch?  
The dumb blond who no one cares about is too dumb 
to die. Well mommy can fix that mommy has a gun." 
There was a taste of metal but this time it didn't cut 
off her air.  "I will never touch mommy's things." The 
gun in her mouth moved up and down making her 
nod yes. "I will never go into mommy's room with 
out permission.' Again the gun made her nod in 
agreement. 

I'm wet you dirty little girl. You pissed in your pants." 
She was picked up so roughly that she closed her 
eyes.  All she could feel was the gun pushing into the 
back of her head. She looked around and she was in 
her tub.  "Sit in your own urine until mommy gets 
you.  We have time. Mommy found the instructions 
and we have two extra hours before we have to 
leave for the modeling site.  I found the instructions 
that the dumb blond that no one cares about lost. 
That's you shit head.

You dirtied your self because you lack discipline and 
with out discipline you won't work. If you stop 
working daddy won't let's you live here any more 
and you will be on the street. Remember daddy 
doesn't love you and neither does mommy.  Daddy 
only loves his whores." She opened her eyes. The 
woman before her had mommy's features but they 
were so twisted it didn't seem like her.  "You can 
read people you little bitch. No I am not mommy at 
all I am 'Bad Mommy' you real mommy is away 
because she is weak and afraid. I am here to protect 
Joan, when someone or someone threatens her. Now 
sit in the tub: Sit in your own urine and don't move.  
The shower door closed and the little girl started to 
cry.

"~Jill, Jill listen I am here.~" "~Daddy where are 
you.~" "~ I am here in your mind. I saw most of 
it.~"  "~Can you help me? Come home, daddy.  
Please protect me.~" The little girl started to cry. 
She tried to stop: She knew she had to be strong.  
"Jill you are safe. This isn't happening. This is just a 
memory. It not happening now.~" "You mean it's not 
real.~"  "~No it's not. We are in the parking lot of 
the Red Rose Inn.~"  "~ I just said that we were 
going to have to search mommy's room to see if she 
has any jewelry that belongs to you. You said, 'Don't 
go into mommy's room.' Then you froze up.  When I 
couldn't wake you I went into your mind.~" She felt 
her father's strong arms around her. "~ I never knew 
Joan did anything like to you.~" "~It must have 
been having a gun shoved in my mouth yesterday 
that caused the flashback. She said she was 'Bad 
Mommy.' Oh daddy I am so afraid.~"  

She could feel her father kissing her hair. Then she 
started to hear the sounds in the parking lot. Jill 
opened her eyes and said, "Let's go in I'm starving."  
Her dad started talking again. "Don't you want to go 
home?"  "No I want to get away from any memories 
of her at least for now. Don't worry I know I will 
have to deal with this sooner or later." "Only deal 
with it when you are ready and in a way that you feel 
comfortable. Don't think that just because out minds 
can link our minds that I won't respect your privacy. 
However if you need me then I will be there for you." 
"Thanks daddy.  You said just the right thing. Now 
take your hungry daughter into the restaurant so she 
can eat." 


We walked across the parking lot toward the Red 
Rose Inn. It had been a flour mill in colonial times 
and it was situated on top of a large waterfall.  I 
tried to think of something to talk about that was 
less depressing. 


"Daddy you never took me for a ride in that car 
before." "That's because you were always hiding in 
your room. It's a Tungsten Grey Ford GT. with rear 
wheel drive.  I used to race and do stunt driving with 
cars like that when I lived in Texas." "I didn't know 
you lived in Texas."  "When I was teenager I lived on 
the Davenport Ranch with my grandfather and the 
rest of the Davenports." "I never knew that there 
was a Davenport Ranch." "Its still there honey." "How 
come we never visit them?" "We were always too 
busy making money. 

Besides your mom and I were worried about the 
affect they might have had on you." "What do you 
me their affect on me?" "They are kind of like a cross 
between the 'Dukes of Hazard' and 'Dallas.' They are 
crazy and there is always something going on and 
it's sometimes it isn't legal. I was as crazy as any of 
them." 


"Why are my grandparents different then the rest of 
Davenports?" "My mother is very conservative. Dad 
met her when was in New York getting the financing 
for an oil deal. It was love at first sight at least for 
him. She was the daughter of a banker and she 
made it clear that she wasn't going to leave New 
York or change her life in anyway. They have a good 
marriage but I can tell that dad misses living on the 
ranch.  That's why when I was 12 he sent me to live 
with the Davenports. I loved the life and I was happy 
but I wanted to be an architect. My mom talked me 
into moving back to New York and living with them 
because of New York is the best place to set up a 
practice. After I met your mom I devoted to myself 
to architecture and forgot everything else. 


After the divorce maybe I will take you down to the 
ranch and let you see for yourself. You should at 
least get to know your great grand father Boone 
Davenport and the rest of your relatives."  "His name 
is Boone! I just have to meet him" 


We walked into the Red Rose Inn. We didn't have 
reservations, but they knew my dad and they told 
him that we would be seated shortly. We sat down 
and waited for a table. I happened to spot a 
magazine that I wanted to show dad and picked it 
up.  Just then the maītre d' led us to our table. It 
was a secluded booth that dad often used when he 
took his clients to lunch. It gave us some real privacy 
or so I thought. Dad reached down and started 
stroking my thigh. When the waiter came over dad 
ordered a bottle of Champaign. The waiter must 
have know about how old I was but he brought over 
two glass with the Champaign.  He didn't seem to 
mind how close we were sitting either. Actually he 
acted like it was perfectly natural to see couples like 
us at the inn. 


Dad said, "We are going to have to be very careful 
until after the divorce. I must admit the whole 
relationship seems pretty strange to me.  Not that 
I'm complaining, I never thought I'd have a girlfriend 
as beautiful as you."  "Thank you, but it really isn't 
all that unusual.  Look at the girl on the cover of this 
magazine."  I handed him, the magazine I picked up 
on the way in.  "What you think, of the model on the 
cover."  "Well, she's very beautiful.  The only thing 
that seems strange is that they actually made her up 
to look less beautiful and she really is."  "They did 
that deliberately because she is so beautiful she 
would distract people from the magazine. Her name 
is Georgia. I met her for the first time I when I 
worked with Ola on full frontal fashion.  


We really became close last summer. We used to 
play paddle ball and watch movies together. When I 
knew her, she was very shy and thought no man 
would look at her." "Come on she is too beautiful to 
ever think that." "It often the beautiful girls who are 
the most shy. I think that Ola was the only person 
who could have talked her into modeling.  Anyway, 
she's only a year older then I am, and she also is 
having sex with her father."  "How can you possibly 
know that?" "I know because, she asked my help 
and seducing him and anything, I means anything 
that, that girl sets her mind she does.  I can also tell 
by the look on her face, that she has had some 
sexual conquests. Nothing boosts a girl's confident as 
much as seducing a guy that you are attracted to." 
Dad said, "I don't think I want to hear this."


The brunch was great, but we didn't go up to the 
buffet.  We were so interested in sitting next to each 
other talking, and we decided to just order.  I wanted 
to talk about what we would do after the divorce but 
dad kept reminding me that we weren't out of the 
woods yet. If my mother found out what we were 
doing we would lose everything.  The wine was 
great, but dad limited us to two glasses of 
champagne apiece.


After we left the restaurant we decided to take a look 
at the waterfalls.  The falls are the result of the river 
going into a gorge.  On both sides of the river there 
are cliffs rising from the bottom of the falls. 
Someone had cut stairs through the solid rock so you 
could walk from the top of the falls to the bottom. 
The walkway was tunneled through the rock with one 
side left open; the side nearest the river. Still parts 
of the walkway were like a cave; a tunnel totally 
surround by rock.  It had several fights of stars 
interspersed with landings. On the landings where 
were there were benches where couples could sit 
and watch the water in complete privacy, unless 
someone came along of course. 


We walked down to the first landing and were just 
looking at the water when I saw one of the girls I 
knew from school running down the steps.  Her 
name was Susie McNamara. "Hi Susie, its great day 
isn't it."  "Gee I didn't think you even remembered 
my name."  "Come on Susie we used to hang out, 
until I got depressed."  "Who's that your father?" 
"Yeah, Dad this is Susie McNamara and Susie this is 
my dad Jack Davenport."  "I saw you two making out 
in the restaurant."  I didn't know what to say. I 
looked up and I saw a big beefy guy with gray hair 
walking down the steps.  He came to a stop next to 
Susie, and he had a stern look on his face. Susie 
said, "I like you to meet my father, Patrick 
McNamara, he is Chief of Police." I was terrified, and 
I could feel that dad was terrified too. Then Mr. 
McNamara smiled and started shaking dad's hand.  


"You can close you your mouth Mr. Davenport there 
is nothing to worry about." Susie had a malicious 
grin on her face and said, "I couldn't resist.  You 
were always tricking people.  And I had to get you 
back."  Dad and I just stood there dumbfounded.  
Susie said, "Daddy, I think they're still in shock.  
Let's give them a little show."  Susie was a real Irish 
beauty.  She had pale skin and reddish blond wiry 
hair. She was about 5'4" and had a great figure with 
a C-cup and thin legs. They walked back against the 
wall.  Then Susie's Dad, put one arm around her and 
with his other hand, he grabbed her breast.  Then he 
bent her over and gave her one of those kisses you 
only see in old movies.


Dad said, "Maybe we were out of line."  "No it's just 
that almost everyone with some sort of a family 
involvement goes to the Red Rose for brunch. The 
problem is Susie is obsessed with Jill." "Oh dad it's 
not like I am the only one.  Everyone was excited 
when they heard that a famous model was coming to 
our school and then and I am sorry to say this, but 
then she disrespects everyone."   I said, "Susie let's 
talk." We left the men talking with each other as we 
walked down to the next level. 


I told Susie that I usually can read people but had 
me fooled. "That's because I hated you when I 
walked down the stairs but you and your dad looked 
so cute that I can't hate you anymore. You know you 
are the only person I know who fought a whole 
school and won." "What do you mean?" "You made 
everyone who knew you mad at you. But when 
someone tried to get back at you, could always find 
someone to take your side.  You just twisted 
someone around your little finger and they did 
anything that you wanted. Not only that you are in 
great physical shape and you knew how to fight." 
"Please don't be mad at me for saying this but I 
didn't know that there was a war because I was too 
depressed to notice. Getting people to do what you 
want them is what models do. If you can't 
manipulate people then you aren't a model.  Models 
have to stay in shape if they want to look good. As 
for fighting I am a nationally ranked fencer and I 
have a black belt in Gracie Jiu-Jitsu.  


We reached the next landing and sat down. "No 
disrespect Jill, but you try to control everything." 
"I'm sorry. It's just that I have been through a lot 
and I learned not to trust people."  "No one knows 
what you have been through because you ignore 
everyone. You act like we are all jerks because we 
don't live in New York. The worst of it is I thought we 
were friends or going to be friends anyway and then 
you dropped me. What happened did you start going 
into New York to hang with you modeling friends 
every weekend?" "No I never see them. My mother 
wouldn't let me and I was too embarrassed. 


When I went to the school at first I tried to make the 
best of it but then I just got more and more angry 
until couldn't stand to be around anyone. That's why 
I stopped talking to you. I spent most of the school 
year alone in my room or going to fencing or Jiu-
Jitsu clases . I didn't even talk to anyone on the 
phone." 

"Why were you so angry? You have a beautiful 
house, you live in a great town and your family has 
money?" "I worked for years for a contract where I 
would have had my own line of clothes and my 
mother prevented me from getting it because she 
was jealous. The worse of it was my dad didn't know 
because he never listened to me. I was ashamed to 
talk about it with anyone else because I felt like such 
a loser." Susie gave me a hug. "You poor thing no 
wonder you are mad."  "I feel a lot better today. I 
finally managed to get my father to listen to me after 
I seduced him."  "Just like a man. That's how I got 
my father to listen to me.


First of all is this something you want?" I tried to 
answer but Susie said, "Hear me out.  We even have 
club of people like us but if it gets out that any girl is 
being abused in anyway then the whole thing will 
blow up in our face and everyone will be in trouble. 
That's really why I followed you.  My father is police 
chief and he will take your father out if he has to in 
order to protect you." I jumped up. "He's not hurting 
dad is he." "Don't be silly. I just want you to know 
you can tell me anything and no one will hurt you." 
"Of course I want it.  Dad could never force me to do 
anything; unlike my mom."  "Did your mom force 
you to have sex? I know something happened that 
wasn't right." 


"It's hard to explain. Do you know Alex Daniella?"  
"Oh God he hated you." "I guess it was because I 
wouldn't talk to him." "No he hated you before that.  
All the kids used talk about how stuck up you were.  
He said he had a list of people who thought they 
were better then anyone else.   I told my dad but he 
couldn't do anything because he never made any 
direct threats."  "I guess I better tell you, last night 
he and his buddy Sasha Danebe invaded our home 
and forced me and my dad to have sex at gun point.

Please understand, I wanted it to happen and dad 
and I are both happy about it. Poor dad, he felt so 
guilty about what happened that he was going to 
turn himself in to the police. I actually had to trick 
him into admitting that he liked what happened.  
After that I almost had to rape him before he would 
have sex with me this morning." "It hard to imagine 
you having to rape anyone, I have never seen 
anyone as pretty as you." "Oh there are plenty of 
prettier girls then me. Actually scratch that.  I met 
may be 5 girls who were prettier then me. Then 
there was my best friend before I moved here. She 
was the only one who was a lot prettier then me. 
God I must sound like a total jerk. Anyway, I want 
you to know that I am so happy right now that I 
don't want anything to spoil it."

"You gotta tell my dad what happened."  "I don't 
know, Alex and Daneby were killed last night in a car 
crash.  So that's should be the end of it." "I am sorry 
Jill but you and your father may still be in danger. 
Someone gave them a lot of money a couple of 
weeks ago. The police know because that's when 
they started buying a lot of crack.  Someone else 
was also with them last night. A large pickup truck 
was following their car closely at the time of the 
accident. The skid marks at the scene make it look 
like the person driving the truck deliberately ran 
them off the road. Then the truck stopped and two 
people got out and took guns out of the car. They 
didn't even try to help either one of those guys. 

The officer who came upon the wreak saw the large 
black pickup truck leaving the scene when he got 
there." "Wait a minute didn't it say in the paper that 
the police found a lot of guns in the car." "Yes but 
that was a lie to throw off the bad guys.  Dad had 
the paper say that because there was evidence that 
guns were removed from the car. He wanted to make 
the guys who took the guns think that didn't get all 
of them." "Well I can tell you they had guns last 
night when they left our house. But maybe this has 
nothing to do with us." Susie smiled and said, "God I 
hope so. I must have a crush on you because if you 
were anyone else I would tell my dad no matter what 
but I won't tell him if you don't want me too."  She 
gave me hug and I started to cry a little.

"Please talk to my dad about what happened.  You 
can trust him. He will keep the whole thing 
confidential." I got up pulled myself together and 
said, "I will talk to him. I want thank you for your 
help. There is so much I don't know about this kind 
of relationship. Can we talk some more and maybe 
hang out."   


"Sit down. Before you talk to my dad, there are 
some things you need to know. Girls like us are 
prostitutes." "What do you mean?"  "Sometimes the 
only way to buy someone's silence is to screw them.  
Then if they tell on you they will get into trouble too. 

The other thing is you may need help from the incest 
community and the only way that you can prove you 
are one of us it to have group sex." I couldn't believe 
it. "What incest community?"  "What do you expect? 
There is no group that is more hated and feared. It 
doesn't matter if you are rich or poor or white or 
black we all stick together. It's the only way we can 
survive. 

Let's get real. Most people who engage in incest are 
sick not because they engage in incest but because 
use drugs or they can't hold a job. Either that or 
they beat their kids into having sex or they pressure 
them into it. However sometimes it happens 
normally. Don't forget girls used to marry at 12 and 
now girls are maturing earlier. Take that along with a 
break down in the family and what do you expect? 
The problem is, there is a backlash against sex in 
this country and some people have gotten hysterical 
about incest." "Well in some ways that happened to 
us. I am not a little girl. I had to grow up fast order 
to survive. I am a woman even if I am 12. Then with 
mom making war on both dad and me no wonder we 
ended up having sex.'       

'If this is the first time that you have had sex you 
should see a doctor.  The problem is an ordinary 
doctor is supposed to investigate and call the police 
is they suspect statuary rape or incest." "Then what 
should I do?"  "The only doctors that you can trust 
are ones you have sex with. Everyone in the club 
goes to Doc Brady." "I was thinking I would have to 
go into the city to see a doctor but I forgot about the 
sex part.  I bet Ola knows someone. Scratch that 
how can I make an appointment?" "You don't make 
an appointment, you see him at his house after 
hours. He will call you. I will give him your number. I 
don't think he will hesitate to call you.
  
You should join our local swingers club as soon as 
you can." "Does the term 'swingers club' mean what 
I think it means?"  "We call it daddy swapping.  You 
know orgies.  You have to participate or they won't 
think you are really one of us." "I don't know." Susie 
said, "You and your dad seem like you are very much 
in love.  You both seem so cute but I think that you 
both are in a lot of trouble if from no one else but 
your mother. You told me once that you are afraid of 
her. She must be pretty evil if someone like you is 
afraid of her."

"I am going to have to talk to dad about it first." "My 
father didn't want us to have group sex at first. I told 
him a girl who screws her father can't say 'I'm not 
that kind of girl'."  We laughed. I said, "I told my dad 
the same thing this morning.  I think he is going to 
have trouble accepting it." "I know, girls have to be 
the practical ones because men dump all the hard 
jobs on us and then blame us if anything goes 
wrong." "I feel the same way." I gave Susie a hug 
and said, "Listen, I have to get back. If it's alright I 
will call you today. I still have your number." "You 
said, if it's alright about calling?, you better call girl."  
We laughed again. 

"I'm also going to tell your father about what 
happened.  Oh wait dad knew what we were talking 
about. He is telling your father about what happened 
last night as we speak." "Don't tell me, you can hear 
each others thoughts too."  "Dad did some amazing 
things in bed this morning and he linked our minds 
somehow.  Now we can talk telepathically?" "You dad 
seems incredible. Now I'm starting to feel jealous 
again."  I had to be honest with her.  "I never met 
anyone like him. He is the dumbest most unaware 
person that I have ever met and at the same time he 
is a genius who can also read people's minds."  Susie 
smiled and said, "Actually he sounds a lot like you."  

We finally made it home. We had our arms around 
each other as we walked across the driveway when 
we ran into two people looking around the house. 
They parked in the driveway that dad has for his 
office. When the office door was locked they walked 
around to the front door. It was a French couple who 
hired dad to renovate their house. Dad was very 
embarrassed because they had an appointment. 

Dad went up to the man and extended his hand and 
said, "Bon Jour. You must be the Guermantes.  I am 
sorry this is the first time I ever locked my office 
door. I apologize for being late." The man said that 
they had been here only about 5 minutes. Dad still 
had his arm around me and the woman beamed and 
said, "Ah amour. This must be your mistress" I 
stepped up and made myself look French and said 
with a Parisian Accent "Bon Jour.  Veuillez pardonner 
mon ignorance de votre langue beautful. Je parle 
seulement anglais et je fais cela mal." The woman 
smiled, "But no, you speak perfectly. It gives me 
great joy to hear real French spoken in America. 

I know you." She turned to the man she was with 
and gave him a little shake. "This is the girl in the 
jeans commercials." The man smiled and said, "You 
are famous in France right now. People are debating 
if you are French or American. The man said, "I can't 
wait to tell our friends that we solved the mystery.  
Dad said, "What's this about anyway." The woman 
responded and said, "Well, there is this famous 
commercial in France where the girl in the 
commercial says 'We American girls love "Rapper' 
Jeans.'  But the girl seems so French that everyone is 
debating if she is really French or American. The 
company that made the ad refuses to say anything 
and that fuels the debate."   "Daddy I made some 
commercials in France last August. I did a fashion 
shoot on the Eifel Tower and some people from a 
French advertising agency came to watch the shoot.  
They asked to shoot some Jeans commercials for TV. 
I just made myself look and sound French for the 
commercial and I guess I fooled a lot of people."   

We went inside and we all sat down in the living 
room.  Then dad apologized and said, "I am sorry in 
the excitement I forgot to introduce you to my 
daughter Jill.  Madam and Monsieur Guermantes may 
I present my daughter Jill."  I did something that I 
never do I corrected my dad. "Dad it's Mademoiselle. 
They are brother and sister." Everyone froze.  Then 
Monsieur Guermantes smiled and said, "We are the 
same no? Your daughter is your mistress."  Dad said, 
"We are the same, yes. She is my daughter and my 
mistress." 

We all got up and hugged.  Then dad turned to me 
and said, "If you were their architect you would 
know that they both sleep in the same room: A room 
with only one bed." Mademoiselle Guermantes said, 
"How could you tell we were brother and sister?" 
With my training as a model I can see that both of 
you have the same facial features and your body 
language indicates that you have been you grew up 
together. Monsieur Guermantes said,  "You daughter 
is incredible but is your life accepted here in 
American.  We have been warned to be careful about 
what we say." I said, "Here it is very difficult."  


Dad told then that we were both held at gun point 
last night and that we were not ourselves. They were 
very sweet, they both asked me to move to France 
and live with them. Monsieur Guermantes added,   
"Your father can come too of course."  Everyone 
laughed "You father is coming anyway to rebuild our 
house."  "Dad said, "That is if you finalize our 
agreement. I want to show you my drawing of way 
the Ch teau will look." "That will not be necessary.  
We will sign the contract but you must agree to bring 
your daughter with you when you come to stay with 
us."  

Then it hit me. I was now the woman of the house. I 
ran into the kitchen and started the coffee maker.  I 
found some cookie dough in the refrigerator put 
some cookies in the oven. I joined the conversation 
until the buzzer when off and then I served our new 
friends coffee and cookies. They said they didn't' 
have much time but they were having such a good 
time that they lingered.

Finally Mademoiselle Guermantes said that they had 
to leave because they were flying back to Bordeaux 
tonight.  She said that she hoped that we would visit 
them next week.  Dad said we would try to visit 
them as soon as possible. We said our goodbyes with 
a lot of kissing. Even dad and Monsieur Guermantes 
kissed each other on the cheek. Then they went into 
dad's office to sign the contract and then they left 
through the office door that leads to the driveway for 
dad's architecture practice.  

I went into my room.  I was planning on sharing 
dad's room but I wanted to keep my own room too. I 
called Susie.  She said she set up and appointment 
for me to see Dr Brady tonight. She warned me that 
I was in for a very intense sexual experience.  She 
told me that no matter what happens just keep 
remembering that the doctor never hurt any of his 
patients.     

Dad drove me of course.  Doctor Brady had a private 
driveway cut through the woods on his property that 
took us to the back of his house. He told us to wait 
in the car and he would come out and get us. Dad 
got nervous and said he had a bad feeling and 
wanted to leave. Just then the doctor poked his head 
out the back door and I jumped out of the car. The 
doctor opened the door for us and then let us into to 
his waiting room. He looked like the Doctor in the 
Norman Rockwell painting who was holding a 
stethoscope against the chest of a little girl's doll.  
Dad wanted to come in with me but the doctor said 
he had to stay in the waiting room. I told dad that I 
would be all right. I asked him not to link our minds 
as I wanted the examination to be kept private.  

The examining room had everything you would 
expect in it including desk and an examination table. 
It also had a queen size bed and an entertainment 
center. "My dear, "I had no idea how beautiful you 
are.  I have something special in store for you." 
"What do you mean?" "Well I have been working on 
something new; experimental. It won't hurt or 
anything."  Then we sat down at his desk and he 
asked me all the normal questions.

After that we went over to the bed. "My dear we are 
going to open up your pussy the best possible way." 
He kissed my pussy.  He went down on me in a 
strange way. He tongue kept going in and out very 
fast.  He moved his mouth all over the top of my 
pussy. If he weren't so precise it might have hurt but 
he knew just when to stop his tongue.  Then he hit 
my clit again. At first it didn't' feel like much but 
then all the sudden I quickly got excited. Then he 
ran his tongue up inside me. He kept changing the 
position of his head and when he licked my clit again 
I was ready to come. Then he played with my pussy 
for a little while. He and took a break and I looked 
down and saw that my pussy was completely dilated. 

He looked inside me with a light.  Then he slid his 
hand inside.  He didn't' use a glove. At the same 
time he pushed down on me from the outside. What 
had done to me sexually had made me completely 
relaxed. 

He told me he was going to do something to my 
pussy that would allow me to have sex anytime.  He 
put some gel on my pussy and then he attached 
some electrodes to the outside of my pussy and 
connected them to a machine. The machine had a 
monitor and used the information on the screen to 
guide his hands. He pushed his hand completely 
inside of me. I realized that he was fisting me.  He 
pushed up from the outside completely exposing my 
clit. Then he rubbed something he had in his hand 
against it. He looked the monitor and stroked my 
pussy until he got a certain reading on the monitor.  
At that point I could feel electrical shocks inside me. 


Then he slid his thumb out of my cunt and rubbed it 
hard against my clit. It felt so good that it hurt. I 
was so excited that I sat up.  He shoved me roughly 
back down on the bed. He put some liquid on my 
pussy and held me down while he licked my pussy. 
Then I started to feel very different: Something was 
happening to me. After that everything changed. He 
rubbed that thing my clit again and just when I 
thought I couldn't stand it any more. He unattached 
me from the machine and carried me to the 
examination table. 

He put me on the edge of the table so my ass was 
hanging off of the edge. He pushed a cushion under 
the small of my back so my butt was up in the air. 
Then he placed my feet in some special strips which 
locked around my ankles. He had me stick my arms 
straight out and then he extended the table so my 
arms were supported. Then my wrists were locked 
down. He put a brace on my head so I could only 
look straight up and then he gagged me. 

He shoved an inflatable dildo up my butt. It was 
lubricated so it didn't hurt. Then it slowly inflated. I 
was terrified when it started to expand.  I thought I 
was a going to explode.  The doctor reassurances 
only made me feel more and more that he was going 
to kill me. It got so big that I felt like I had to go 
more then I ever felt that way before. I realize how 
totally helpless I was strapped to the table and 
gagged.  I felt totally humiliated like a specimen 
waiting to be dissected.  When he pulled out the 
dildo it felt intensely erotic in a very dirty way. 

Then the doctor started fucking my ass.  All I could 
do was feel what he made me feel. I was powerless.  
He had handles built into the top of the table so he 
could fuck hard as he wanted. He banged away on 
me. I kept getting higher and higher. His prick felt 
like a bullet going through my flesh. I was both filth 
and a body being violated at the same time. I kept 
getting higher until I thought I was going to die. My 
vision got cloudily for a while. Then I could see very 
clearly again but then everything got dark. It was 
like a strobe. I realized that my nervous system was 
so excited that I was actually going into convulsions. 
At this point I was convinced that he was fucking me 
to death.  I didn't resist I couldn't. I was tied down 
and had to give my will over to this perverted sick 
doctor.

When doctor pinched my clit, it was like electricity 
was passing through me.  I closed my eyes and I 
saw lightening inside of my eye lids. My whole body 
started shaking. Luckily I was strapped down or I 
might have broken some bones. I went back and 
forth from having an intense sexual feeling to being 
unconscious.  I heard him groaning. He was pouring 
ropes of come into my rectum. Ah ah ah oh my 
deeeer my dear girl. Then he was quite but I kept 
shaking. He pinched my clit again and I passed out.  
When I woke up I could hear but I was blind and my 
sense of touch had gone. 


After I regained my sight I realized that I wasn't 
strapped down any more.  I couldn't think because 
my mind had been reduced to the state of a new 
born or a primitive animal. I had sensations and 
emotions but I didn't know what they were. I looked 
at the doctor. There was something I wanted. 
Something I needed to do but I couldn't think what it 
was. The doctor looked down on me like I was a hurt 
pet. "You poor thing I know what you want." He 
shoved his hand completely in my pussy and my 
ability to feel came back. I squeezed his hand as 
hard as I could and I had the most intense organism 
that I ever had. Not best organism that I ever had 
only the most intense. Actually the whole experience 
was more like being in hell then anything else. I 
groaned and milked his hand with my pussy. I was 
grateful for what he had done: I was grateful for 
being fisted. 

I was nothing but a zombie at that point. After the 
doctor got me dressed he helped me off of the table. 
Then I just slipped to the ground. The doctor was 
still nude at that point and when I became level with 
cock I started sucking it without thinking. He tried to 
push me off but he was so overwhelmed with 
pleasure and the feeling of power, that he had over 
me, that he let me suck him off. After I sucked him 
dry the doctor disentangled himself. He picked me up 
and put me in a chair but I was too limp to sit down.

Then he told me that I should never do something 
like that ever. At that point I didn't' know what he 
meant but I felt that if I ever found out what he 
meant I would obey him. I had no choice at that 
point. After he got dressed, he made me rinse out 
my mouth with a special mouth wash. Then he told 
me to brush my teeth. By this point my coordination 
had returned. He made me brush my teeth and rinse 
again. Then he put his arm around me and took me 
out to see dad. I still didn't know what I was doing 
or who I was but dad got me in the car. 

I woke up the next day in bed with dad. I didn't 
remember anything. I got up looked around and 
snuggled back in to him.  My movements woke him 
up. Dad said, "What happened last night?"  "What do 
you mean?" "I mean what did the doctor do to you?"  
"Daddy I can't remember anything." What's the last 
thing you can remember."  "I remember the Red 
Rose Inn and the French couple but I can't 
remember their names. Then I talked to Susie.  
That's it. That's the last thing I remember. This is 
really scary."  "Don't worry I am sure we can figure it 
out if we join minds."  

We decided to eat first because I was starving.  After 
breakfast I realized that I had to get daddy to screw 
me in the ass.  "I am beginning to remember a little.   
I remember that the doctor did me from behind.  I 
need you to do it too. Do it hard so I can remember 
the feeling and get the feel of his touch off of me."  
"After breakfast I went into mom's room for the first 
time. I was able to find some unopened lubricant in 
her bathroom.  On the way out I noticed that on her 
nightstand she had a nude picture of her friend 
Jackie.  I was surprised to see how hot Jackie 
looked.  After that I couldn't help looking around to 
see if there were any pictures of dad or me, there 
weren't.  

I went into my room and took off my nightie and put 
on a black satin full slip and black paten leather 
spike high heals.  The shoes didn't have a back but 
instead they had a strap which came off the sandal 
which wrapped around my ankle. I brushed out my 
hair and put on some makeup.  I wanted to look like 
I was out on a date.  

Then I walked down the hall to the room where my 
father lived. It was like I was in a trance.  Everything 
started to look strange.  Dad was lying in bed. He 
got up. We sat on the edge of the bed and he put 
him arm around me. He kissed me on the cheek and 
then the lips.  The he tried to touch my breast but I 
pushed his hand away and I tried to get up.  Dad 
pulled me down gently and started kissing me on the 
cheek. Then he moved down and kissed my neck.  
The kisses tickled and gave me goose flesh and I 
started writhing around and as I did my breasts fell 
into dad's hands. He started fondling them. This time 
I turned around and kissed him.  

He reached down and put his hand on my thigh.  He 
started stroking it but when he moved his hand up 
toward my cunt I clamped both of my legs together. 
He kept stroking and kissing me and my legs slowly 
came apart. Finally his hand came to rest on my 
pussy. He put some lubricant on his fingers and then 
he entered me. He had one hand inside me and the 
other was fondling my breast and all the while he 
was kissing my lips. As I got more and more excited 
I kept spreading my legs more and more. He waited 
until my legs spread as wide as they could and my 
pelvis as moving in time with his hand. 

Then he said, "Grab your ankles; whore. You are 
going to get it rough." I stood up but before I could 
turn he grabbed the front of my slip and ripped the 
fabric exposing my breasts. I grabbed my ankles and 
dad threw the slip over my butt so it hung down over 
my head: Totally exposing my ass. Then I was 
rewarded with a short intense spanking.  He 
lubricated his penis and shoved it into my rectum. I 
expected that there would be some resistance and or 
some pain but it just slipped right in. (Something the 
doctor did changed me forever. After that I was 
sexually receptive all the time. It was not like I was 
hot all the time but a guy could stick his penis into 
my pussy or my ass anytime and I was always 
ready.) Dad told me to masturbate so I started 
fingering myself and fondling my breast. The full slip 
hung down over my head so I couldn't see anything. 
He fucked me as hard as he could.  All the while I 
was fighting to not fall off my high heals. 

It was total humiliation.  I could see the attraction. 
His penis wasn't where it was supposed to be. He 
was inside me in way that much more profound then 
just being in my pussy. This way hurt and felt wrong. 
I was being invaded and I was a going along with it 
because I was nothing but quivering flesh.  Then I 
could smell my own filth. I wasn't just flesh I was 
dirty flesh.   I wasn't human: I didn't think: I was 
something you abused like something you jerked off 
into.  I pushed back responding to his rhythm.  I 
wasn't me: I was his; nothing more. Then it hit me 
he was also being dirtied by being in me. I was filth 
and I led him into my filth; corrupting him.  

Then I squeezed my clit and I came.  Wave after 
wave of dirty pleasure swept over me and as it did a 
kaleidoscope images from last night flashed before 
me.  I was high on the sex and I felt a short intense 
organism shoot through me.  Oh oh aaaah,  Oh oh 
aaaah." Just when I was through dad came.   "Oh oh 
aaaah,    Uha Uha Woo woo ah aah haaaaah.   Oh oh 
aaaah,  Oh oh aaaah,   Oh oh aaaah,    Uha Uha Woo 
woo ah aah haaaaah."

After that dad dragged me into the shower and he 
made sure we both were clean. He could tell that I 
had begun to remember but I couldn't face what 
happened last night alone.  The next thing I knew we 
were in bed.  Dad was holding me from behind and 
we linked up again. "~Jill are you there.~" "~God 
daddy it feels great to be totally together again.~"  
"Ok lets see what happened.~"  Daddy did 
something and suddenly I remembered last night. 
The whole thing came back like a movie. The doctor 
did some sick things to me and I don't think I would 
have been able to handle it except dad was with me 
every step of the way. Afterward we fell asleep 
together.  

The next thing I remember the phone was ringing. 
Then daddy was talking to the doctor. "No she isn't 
alright. You didn't hurt her physically but you hurt 
her mentally. Luck for you that her mind is incredibly 
strong." There was a pause. Then daddy said, "The 
fact that you never did anything like this before only 
makes it worse in my mind. If she wants to see you 
again you will see her when she wants not when you 
want and I will be there." Daddy hung up the phone 
with out saying goodbye.

The next week was a busy one. It started off by 
having dad and I visit my lawyer in New York to start 
divorce proceedings. My lawyer said that he already 
had a private detective agency investigate mom and 
she was extremely dangerous.  He warned us that 
we should expect to be in a fight for our lives.  He 
said normally he would advise us to run away and 
change our names but mom had too many 
dangerous friends for us even to do that.  Dad told 
the lawyer to reengage the detective agency.   The 
lawyer said that he would have mom served with the 
divorce papers as soon as her plane arrived in New 
York.   

The rest of the week was spent with dad doing paper 
work and with me getting ready for the orgy on the 
weekend.  We wanted to get it over with before mom 
came back to the states. Susie proposed that we do 
a sex act to start off the orgy. Normally the new 
couple would do a sex act to prove that they were 
really involved in incest but having the girl do a sex 
act with someone else was also permissible. Actually 
going to an orgy was bad enough without our having 
sex in public.  It would have been too much like the 
time our home was invaded and two guys watched 
us have sex.  

Susie and I spend a lot of time together that week 
preparing for the orgy. We talked about what Dr 
Brady had done to me. She said that she was sorry 
about what the doctor did but he never did anything 
like that to anyone else. She said that she would 
have her dad talk to him and make sure that he 
wouldn't do any like that again.  She reminded me 
that I still needed to have an official office visit so a 
doctor could document that I lost my virginity in an 
innocent way. I told her I needed some time before I 
could get up enough nerve to see Brady again. Susie 
said had a list of other doctors that I could go if I 
didn't want to go back to Brady. I told Susie that if I 
went to a new doctor I would have to have sex with 
him. I said that I would rather go back to Brady, 
because after what happened, I wouldn't have to 
have sex with him and the last thing that I wanted to 
do right now was have sex with any doctor. 


We worked out a cute little act. Susie was worried 
that I wouldn't really be into the orgy and I had to 
tell her again and again that as a model I could 
control my feeling to the point were I would hot for 
her and everyone else during the orgy. Susie also 
wanted to really get it on during our rehearsals.   I 
told her that I was really only interested in my dad 
and I didn't want to be interested in anyone else but 
that I would feel differently during the orgy.  It was 
clear that Susie had the hots for me.  It didn't mind 
because it was something that models have to live 
with.

We arrived early for the orgy which was held in a 
mansion in the middle of a large estate.  The estate 
had an excellent security system and was 
surrounded by stone walls. We went in and took off 
our clothes. 

The orgy had several rules to insure security.  People 
could only come to the estate during a certain time 
period. Everyone had to gather in the same room 
before the orgy officially began. After some 
announcements everyone had to introduce 
themselves the orgy started. Once the orgy ended 
every one had an hour to leave the estate. 


People milled around talking and drinking coffee and 
soda until it started. Alcohol and drugs were strictly 
forbidden. It was very strange and very sexy making 
small talk with a bunch of half dressed people 
knowing that soon we would all be having sex. 

We all gathered in a large room that everyone called 
the great hall. Most of the furniture was arraigned in 
a horseshoe shape. In the middle there was open 
area that was to serve as a stage. There was some 
furniture in the open area too; which served as 
props. 

After everyone came in and was seated, a girl named 
Alisa who was about 16, got up and talked about the 
rules. Everything was voluntary and if someone said 
he or she was resting then they were to be left 
alone. Any sexual activity that was dangerous in a 
group was forbidden. Once the orgy started no one 
was allowed leave.  Once the orgy ended, everyone 
had a half hour to meet in the great hall. After 
everyone was accounted for, people had an hour to 
leave.    

Then she called dad and me up front and we 
introduced ourselves to the group. Then it was kind 
of like an AA meeting. They went around and 
everyone gave their name and said a little about 
themselves. Then after they spoke every one said hi. 
It was like, "Hi I am Mary Ellen. I am bi and I love 
oral sex." Then every one would say hi. 

After the introductions, dad sat down in the front 
row. Alisa called Susie up front and introduced her to 
everyone.  Susie was wearing a party dress that I 
had given her for the act.  Alisa announced that 
Susie and I were going to put on a show which was 
called 'Ardent Seduction' and then she announced 
that the orgy had officially begun. Then she sat down 
and put on some music.

Susie and I danced to a waltz.  We made a great 
couple.  Susie pulled me closer and closer and then 
started fondling my breasts. I put my head on her 
shoulder and started to get excited. Then I pulled 
away turned and started to run and then I stopped 
not being sure if I really wanted to escape. Susie was 
right behind me and she reached from behind and 
started fondling my breasts. I turned my head back 
and we started kissing. Then I turned around and 
pushed Susie away. She kept grabbing for me and I 
kept slapping her hands.  Then I turned and ran full 
speed at the center of the group. Everyone could see 
the panic and my face. Then at the last possible 
second Susie grabbed my breasts from behind. She 
pulled back and my legs flew up into the air so high 
that my feet were above my head. I had nothing 
underneath so everyone could see my pussy. Then 
Susie and I crashed to the ground and I lay there 
legs akimbo.  

My dress was up over my waist. Susie went down on 
me. Her butt was up in the air and her back was to 
the audience so they could see her pussy and her 
ass. I kept the same position so Susie could keep 
eating me but I put my arms and legs down so I 
could support my self. I walked backward away from 
Susie but she hung on eating me. Soon I ran into a 
strategically placed couch and I was stuck. I started 
to respond by petting Susie's hair and raising my 
hips rhythmically off the floor.  

Them Susie slid up to my face and we started 
kissing.    Susie whispered that we were a real hit 
because the people were still watching. I looked up 
for the first time and saw that we had everyone's full 
attention. Most people were staring and they were 
either doing each other or masturbating.  Dad was 
fucking a cute little Cambodian girl doggy style while 
they both watched. 

Susie pulled off my dress and I lay there passively as 
she took off her dress. Neither of us where wearing 
anything underneath. Susie and I kissed each other 
passionately. Then she sucked my tits and she 
started eating me again.  I gave myself fully over to 
the erotic feeling of Susie pleasuring my cunt.  Soon 
I was feeling all tingly and waves of pleasure started 
passing over me.  I was moaning and writhing 
around on the floor which signaled that I was 
coming; I was coming. 

Then I pulled Susie to my face and I shoved my 
tongue passionately into her mouth.  We kissed 
again and again as I felt her breasts and then I went 
down on her. I ran my tongue over her in an 
exaggerated manner showing my gratitude for her 
forcing herself on me.  Finally when Susie couldn't 
stand it anymore I gave her an intense cunt lapping 
that drove her wild.  I licked her as hard and as fast 
as I could. I kept going back and forth between her 
clit and her pussy and then when I was pushing my 
tongue along the base of her pussy she came. She 
writhed around groaning while I hung on until she 
completed her organism.  

At that point we were supposed to stand up.  I stood 
up but I saw Susie was still on the floor dazed. I 
helped her up as everyone laughed, good naturedly.  
I kissed her and asked her if she was all right.  Susie 
said, "If being in heaven means you are alright, then 
I'm alright." Then we faced the crowed and held 
hands and bowed low. The crowed applauded wildly. 
Those who could stand did. People came over to 
thank us for a good show. Through the crowd I saw 
dad carrying the little Cambodian girl upstairs.

Two identical looking girls with jet black hair and 
rosy cheeks came over said, "You  and Susie were 
great. We are identical twins and we do a lesbian, 
sex show too." "Do you two always say the same 
thing?" One of them said, "Some times we do."  Then 
I thought I heard her say, "I am Aimee McPherson 
and my sister is simple." "Aimee, when are you going 
to get tired of telling that stupid joke? I am Semple 
McPherson and my dad is."  The twin's father 
stepped up and extended his hand. "I am Reverend 
McPherson. I named the girls after the preacher 
Aimee Semple McPherson but I should have known 
the problems that it would cause." "Are you really a 
minister?" "I am the pastor of the reformed 4 Square 
Church of Jesus. My church is on the Post Road on 
the east side of the bridge which leads to the 
business district.

Reverend McPherson made a gesture with his hands 
and I knew just what he wanted. I got down on all 
fours and he started fucking me. It felt strange to 
talk to a minister while he was fucking me doggy 
style. "I didn't think that Christians were into incest."  
"There are plenty of incestuous Christians.  We are 
members of a Christian incestuous group called 
Lott's Children." "Aimee said, "Mom and our brother 
are members of a mother and son incest group.  We 
are also a member of a sister and brother incest 
group."  Semple said, "We aren't gay exactly. It 
makes no difference if you are male or female all 
identical twins do it with each other. As the twins 
were leaving they repeated how much they liked the 
act. I sort of lost track after that.  Reverend 
McPherson gave me a nice gentle fuck. 

After the Reverend finished I looked up and saw and 
very big black man looking at me and playing with 
his cock. He was so big and powerful that I was 
drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He introduced 
himself. His name was Garret Bentley and he was 
professional football player and a body builder. He 
was 6'9" over 300 lbs with a 33 inch waist.  His dick 
must have been at least 12 inches.

He picked me up like I was a doll. He carried me to 
the hall and pushed me up against a wall. His prick 
slipped in but I felt like a stuffed sausage.  Men will 
masturbate by stroking their penises with their 
hands but this man was so big he was able to stroke 
his penis with me. His held me in the air with his 
hands around my hips and he just moved me back 
and forth along his prick.  This man was so powerful 
that he made me feel inconsequential. I had to 
accept myself as totally his and let go of any control. 
I had no choice.  He banged me against the wall and 
on to the floor. He got up off the floor with me still 
on him and banged me against another wall. He 
fucked me from room to room against walls on the 
floor and everywhere else.  When he was fucking me 
on the floor it seemed that there always something 
sticking me in the back and it hurt especially with a 
300 lb man on top. When slammed me into a wall he 
would knock the wind out of me. I didn't care 
because I was so turned on by being fucked by an 
ultimate alpha male. 

Garrett ran down the hall with me on him and burst 
through a partially opened door. He saw a bed and 
headed for it and jumped on the bed with me 
underneath him. Then he had even more energy for 
driving his giant penis in and out of me. It hit me 
that I didn't have any little organisms because 
everything was so intense. His dick was so big that 
when he pushed himself inside me my clit was pulled 
up against his prick. I was so high that I didn't know 
where I was.  My uterus started to pulse. There was 
feeling that was so intense that it felt like a bomb 
was going off inside of me. I could feel my pussy 
contracting and 
relaxing.  It was like I died and I was in a place with 
no time. I was something else: Something made out 
of pleasure. Then I was me again and all I could feel 
was pure ecstasy. Then I realized that I was coming. 
I exploded, "OOH Ooh ahhh ahha. Ah ah oooh.  Aaah 
ahhha ohuuuuue ohuuuuuo ahhaaah" Then he 
started coming too, I was his. We came and came. 
"OOH aaaaah aaaah oh god." 

Then I remembered to milk his cock and the man 
when crazy. "No one ever did that. Sweet Jesus. Oh 
god. Oh god." We rolled over so I was on top and I 
milked him dry as he begged for mercy. Some people 
came into the room because he was yelling so much. 
They were laughing. "One of them said, "It looks like 
Bentley met his match in that little girl." When it was 
over, he thanked me and staggered out of the room. 
I lay there. Then a nice girl with brown and hair big 
tits came in and cleaned out my pussy with her 
tongue. She kissed me and comforted me. We did 
sweet girl things to each other and we both had 
some sweet tingly organisms. Then I fell asleep in 
her arms. 

The next thing I remember was dad getting me 
dressed. I was still groggy when dad took me out to 
the great hall. When I came in some people 
applauded. Dad said, "It looks like you are the bell of 
the ball." Under my breath I said, "Some ball." A 
beautiful black girl came over holding Garret's hand. 
She was about 5'6" with C cups. Garret said, "This is 
my daughter Trisha Garret." She thanked me for 
giving her dad the best fuck of his life.  She said that 
it seemed to have calmed him down for the first 
time. She gave me a passionate kiss and I kissed her 
back. I told her she was lucky to have Garret for a 
father. 
Then we kissed and made out for about a minute.  

Then the little Cambodian girl came up and I broke 
the kiss. She and her father introduced themselves. 
She said that she and my dad spent the whole party 
together screwing. She was kind of a brown version 
of me. She had blond streaks in her brown hair. She 
large brown eyes, thin perfectly formed lips and a 
beautiful smile. She had a real tight body and a-
cups. She said that dad was a real expert when it 
came to sex and I was blessed to have someone like 
him as a bed partner. I thanked her for taking care of 
dad. I kissed her and her dad passionately. Then dad 
shock her father's hand and kissed the girl good bye. 
We said goodbye to everyone and then we left.  

As we walked out I told dad he should have chosen a 
girl who was a lot different then me. Dad said that 
he wasn't looking for anything else but me. He said 
that he felt bad that I had to put on a show and all 
he had to do was stay in the background. He said 
that he had a great time and he loved fucking the 
Cambodian girl but he hoped that this would be our 
last orgy. I gave an 'amen' to that.  


Late Monday morning my lawyer called and said they 
served the divorce papers to mom at Jackie's 
apartment. It seemed that she wasn't overseas at 
all.  Instead she was busy with some financial 
dealings in New York. The lawyer warned us to be 
very careful. 

Mom called dad in the afternoon and we agreed to 
meet her at a restaurant in town. When we arrived 
mom was already seated in a booth by a window. 
She was on her best behavior. She got up and gave 
us both a kiss. Mom said that if dad wanted a divorce 
that was ok but she hoped we could still be friends.  
She said that she wanted me to live with her. I told 
her that that was impossible. Dad said that no 
matter what I was going to stay with him but 
everything else was negotiable.  Mom asked to speak 
with dad in private.

We kept linked so I knew what she was saying.  She 
as nice at first but when she realized that she wasn't 
getting anywhere she asked if we were having sex.  
Dad knew enough to deny everything. Mom 
eventually said that she knew that we were having 
sex and that she couldn't understand why dad 
wouldn't admit it. Then she asked to see me alone.


Mom acted like nothing was wrong and asked if I 
wanted to live with her. Se acted like she didn't' 
know that there were any issues between us. She 
seemed like a different person. Then she changed 
and said that dad had taken advantage of me and he 
was wrong to have forced me into having sex. I 
eventually told her she was crazy for thinking that 
dad and I were doing it. That was a mistake. 

She changed.  Her face became twisted and I blurted 
out, "Bad mommy."  "So you recognize me. You little 
bitch" She grabbed a table knife. I was terrified. I 
tried to escape but a man at the next got up and 
grabbed me. It was clear that they had the whole 
thing planned. What they didn't' know was because 
dad and I were linked he knew what was happening 
and in an instant he was there. The man was so busy 
struggling with me and he didn't' see dad. Dad cold 
cocked the guy knocking him out. Mom went for me 
and I ran out of the restaurant. When I just got 
outside the door a man grabbed me and threw me 
through the side door of a van. He jumped in himself 
and closed the door before I could react. Then he 
jumped in the driver's seat and drove off.

I had to think. The van had seats so it wasn't a 
delivery van.  The seats were set up like a bus not 
like a van families have. The man was young tall and 
thin. He wore cheap black suit and tie that was 
designed to trick poor people into thinking that the 
suit was a good one.  He had a rectangular bulge in 
his breast pocket. It wasn't that he was glad to see 
me he had a bible in his breast pocket. 

I started to cry and knelt down on the floor. "Lord 
Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a 
sinner. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on 
me, a sinner. The Lord is my Shepherd;" The man up 
front yelled back at me. "Don't worry little girl I am 
taking you to you mother." I just kept praying.  "I 
shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green 
pastures:"  "Please, please don't be afraid I am 
saving you." I slid up to the front seat.  "Stop serving 
Satan.  Accept Jesus."  "I accept Jesus I am getting 
you away from you father." "The father is head of his 
house and the wife must submit." "Yes but..." "You 
are serving her when she is rebellious and defies the 
lord." "But he was the one who was defiling you."   
"Defiling me? My father brought me to Jesus. My 
mother wants me to go back to modeling. That's why 
she wants me."

"Lies, your mother warned me about you."  "Look 
me, look at me please."  I grabbed his face and 
made him look. "I am a Christen." He looked back to 
his driving. "I made a promise."  I noticed that we 
were crossing the bridge that leads out of town. 
Then I remembered the church. "Take me to my 
pastor." "See the church." It was the only one 
around. "Ask Pastor McPherson he lives in the house 
in the back of the church."

The van screeched to a stop in front of the rectory.  
He leaned on the horn. "If no one comes out soon I 
am leaving. He just put it in gear and I thought I was 
dead. Then the pastor came running out. The man 
rolled down the window. "Is she a Christen?" "I don't 
know let me look." Reverend McPherson looked in 
the window. I could see he knew just what to do.  
"She is of my flock.  If you were a Christen you 
would know that." "I am a Christen and a minister of 
the lord." "You are not if you have hurt this innocent 
little child." "But her mother..." "Her mother is evil. 
Let the child go.  Deliver her unto me." The man 
opened his door. He wrapped his arms around me 
and we got out the van. He held me like a child and 
then he handed me to Reverend McPherson, who 
said to the man, "You better go."  I looked around.  
The man had tears in his eyes. He murmured that he 
was sorry and then he drove off.    

We went into the house. I called dad's cell phone. He 
said that he was in his car and that he had been 
following the van. A car stopped out in front and dad 
came running. We met at the front door. Dad 
thanked Pastor McPherson and took me home.

Dad called the police chief. He said that as the man 
let me go and was working for my mother no real 
crime was committed. He said that mom's charges 
made things very dangerous but he would fix 
everything. He said he would make sure that 
everyone on the force knew what happened and that 
every officer would know that that protecting me 
who be their highest priority.  I realized that if I was 
checked out by a doctor who was working for mom 
that we would be in a lot of trouble. 

The next day dad had to go to a bank in the mall. He 
said that I should go with him to be safe. We took 
the GT.  I noticed that there were some extra bags in 
the backseat.  I asked dad if I could look around the 
mall while he went to the bank.  He told me to be 
careful. We both put each others number in the 
phone so all we had to do was hit send to ring each 
other. I looked around trying to find my designs in 
any of the stores.  Mom said that she sold them to 
other designers but I had never seen them in any 
store. 

I had been looking around for about an hour when 
someone said, "Jill Davenport?" I knew I was in 
trouble. I ignored them. Then a woman tapped my 
shoulder and said are you Jill Davenport?  There 
were two people a man and a woman. They wore 
suits. They had to be cops or child welfare. The 
woman must be from New York judging from the 
accent. "No I'm not her." I had a second to choose. 
"She's in the food court with my friends follow me" I 
walked away quickly.  Then I turned and said, "Come 
on." I didn't think I had them fooled but I had to buy 
some time.  I walked at a normal pace until I saw a 
crowd.  I ducked into the crowd and took off running. 
I was weaving in and out of people until I got to the 
escalator. 

Someone grabbed my arm. It was the woman, I lost 
the man but she had me. "You didn't fool me you 
little bitch." She grabbed my wrist. I pulled away but 
she grabbed my other wrist hard. By this time we 
were on the escalator.  I remembered my jujitsu and 
I bent the woman's arm at the elbow and rotated it 
over her shoulder. I would have broken her shoulder 
except she that she let go and rolled backward over 
the railing of the escalator, she fell about 10 feet, 
into the fountain below. She looked madder then a 
wet hen.

When I got off the escalator I could see that the two 
had taken up the chase.  I saw a group of kids 
talking. Trisha Garret and the Cambodian girl were 
among them.  When I ran up to them one of the 
boys said there's that little bitch.  The Cambodian 
girl punched him. Trisha Garret said, "Shut up Jill is 
my best friend." I asked Trisha if she would help me 
slow up the two that were chasing me. 

The kids knew just what to do. They would pretend 
to be chasing each other but once they got in front 
of the couple they would stop and accidentally get in 
their way.  It would only buy me a few seconds.  The 
kids started to run but I grabbed one of the guys and 
pulled him into a hall leading to the bathrooms. No 
one was around. I told him to slap me on the face 
hard. The next thing I knew I was on the ground 
looking up seeing stars.  The guy helped me up and 
apologized. I thanked him and started running. 

I was looking for a cop any cop. Then I saw one 
coming toward me.  He was in plan clothes but I 
could always spot them. I ran toward him planning 
my expressions. I was crying of course. Should I look 
hysterical? No, it should be terrified and hurt. I ran 
up to him. He was a big red face Irishman. "I'm Jill 
Davenport they tried to kidnap me yesterday and 
now they are after me again." I showed him my 
wrists. "They tried to grab me." Then I put my hand 
to my face. "Look they hit me." "Who?" I pointed to 
the couple who had been chasing me. "It's them. 
Help me please, help me." He said, "I heard about 
the kidnapping and I saw what they were doing. 
Don't worry little girl they wont hurt anyone ever 
again." The look on his face so frightened me, that I 
was tempted to stop him. 

He started running toward the couple. I started to 
run but I had to turn and look. It was like looking at 
a train wreck. The enraged cop and the couple were 
running toward each other full speed. They didn't see 
the cop because they were looking at me. When they 
came together the cop hit the man as hard as he 
could with the butt of his gun knocking him flying. I 
thought that the woman would get by but cop 
grabbed her by the neck swung her around and 
chocked slammed her face first into a wall.  He 
caught her on the fly as she bounced off of the wall 
cuffed her in the air turned her over and body 
slammed her face first into the concrete. He had the 
man who was unconscious cuffed and next to the 
woman an instant. He knelt down between them. He 
had his gun pushed against the back of the man's 
head and his lips were by his ear and he was yelling 
at him.

I wanted to call dad but the phone started ringing. I 
answered it. It was dad telling me to get out of 
there. My lawyer called and told him that New York 
child welfare was sending someone across state lines 
to pick me up. Dad asked me to tell him what exit I 
was near and head for it.  I ran through the doors 
and up some stairs. The GT slid to stop and I got in.  
The next thing I knew we are on 95 headed for New 
York.

Dad couldn't talk because he was on the phone.  He 
made one call after another.  I had a feeling that we 
were being followed so kept looking back to see if 
anyone was following us. It seemed that every car I 
spotted was following us but each one eventually 
turned off of at an exit. We were approaching the 
Throgs Neck Bridge when a black pickup truck came 
up behind us. We were in the middle lane. They 
pulled into the left land and dad pulled into the right 
lane and they passed by.  They got off at the next 
exit and I thought that everything was alright. 

Then they got on at the next entrance. They were 
flying.  We were in the right lane. I shouted a 
warning to dad just as they tried to ram us.  They hit 
us but is it as just a nudge because dad had speeded 
up enough to take the force out of the blow. Being 
hit by the truck speeded us up and Dad got into the 
left lane and out ran them. 

 Dad said, "What the hell was that?" I answered with 
out thinking,. "Oh that's just mom in Dodge SRT-10 
viper." "How the hell did you know that?" "I did a 
print add for them last year. They can't catch us. 
That's just a pickup truck." "That pickup truck set the 
land speed record.  We can't go full speed and 
neither can they but that truck is plenty fast enough 
and if they ever hit us. Well don't worry they won't." 
I still didn't know where we were going. Dad got 
back on the phone.

The truck caught up to us after we crossed the 
Throgs Neck Bridge. Mom didn't try anything she just 
followed us.  We were following the signs for 
LaGuardia Airport. Dad said, "We have to lose them. 
I want you do exactly as I say. Remember at the end 
when I say 'hold on' push yourself back in your seat 
and hold on to you shoulder belt. After we passed 
the exit for LaGuardia the right lane opened up and 
dad got in it. He said, "Can you see mom in the 
truck?" "Yes it looks like Jackie is with her too." 
"That's even better. Ok give her a grin. Now start 
kissing me.  Pour it on.  Wrap your arms around me. 
You have the hots for me. Run you hand through my 
hair. Big kisses, big kisses. Ok now give mom the 
finger and laugh." Mom pulled in to the left lane and 
she gunned it. Her face was twisted with hate. Jackie 
looked scared. Dad said, "HOLD ON."  The truck 
came into our lane and tires were squealing and 
breaks were smoking.  Our car swerved and started 
spinning. We must have been hit. We headed toward 
the side of the road. Then we stopped. Everything 
was fine. Mom's truck was no where in sight. 

Dad said, "They fell for it. I spun the car completely 
around. It's a great way to lose people." We were 
facing the entrance to the highway. Cars were 
coming on the highway from the entrance lane. Dad 
fired up the car and we headed off the on ramp. "Did 
you do that on purpose?" "Of course I did honey. 
When I was down in Texas it seemed like I was in a 
car chase at least once a week. I was never caught 
unless I wanted to be." We had several close calls 
driving off of the ramp but dad seemed perfectly 
calm. He had his flashers on and he turned the high 
beams on and off. We stayed toward the outside of 
the ramp which was on our left. When we got near 
the end of the ramp I could that see that the road 
had divided into the entrance ramp and a road going 
to the airport but the traffic on that road was coming 
toward us too.  

Once we got to the beginning of the entrance lane 
dad turned the car left around the divide and we 
were headed in the right direction. Soon we reached 
the entrance of the airport. We drove in. I warned 
dad that people might be waiting for us in the lobby.  
Then we drove right by the passenger terminal. It 
was then that I heard the sirens and saw mom's 
truck.  Dad must have seen mom's truck and the 
cops coming after us but he was perfectly calm. They 
were gaining on us and I thought that they would 
catch us any second.

Then we turned into the area for private planes. We 
drove right out onto the tarmac.  Dad said, "See that 
plane." I said, "I looks nice." When I didn't say 
anything else Dad said, "What are the initials on the 
plane?" "DPA: So what?" "Remember when you 
showed me the label on a dress that you designed 
and I didn't know that JILLDA stood Jill Davenport." 
"You mean the dress from the line of clothes that I 
designed and mom sold out from under me?" "That's 
right the one with the slogan 'We're not girls. We're 
not teens. We're special.' Well I felt like a jerk then. I 
hope you don't feel that when I tell you that DPA 
stands for Davenport Airlines."  "We have an airline." 
"Davenport oil does." 

Dad put the car into a power slide and he slid my 
side of car up to the steps in the plane. Mom's car 
was speeding across the tarmac along with a bunch 
of police cars. I grabbed my bags and jumped out of 
the car. Mom's truck was almost on top of us. I 
started running up the steps with dad behind me. I 
was afraid that they would stop the plane. The 
engines roared into life. Someone said, "Hurry Jill."  
The stairway was being moved back as I ran up the 
steps. I had to jump. I hoped that dad would make 
it.  Then we fell together in a heap on the floor of the 
plane. Our bags were all around us. We made it. 

The stewardess helped me up. I said, "I thought we 
wouldn't make it." She turned and said to dad, "They 
always say that."  I said, "What do you mean? How 
many times has this happened?" "You mean a 
Davenport racing for a plane with the police or 
someone else after him. It happens all the time. And 
they always have a pretty girl with them too. She 
turned to dad and said, "How do you do it? Do you 
stage the chase just to impress your girlfriends?"  
Dad smiled extended his hand and said, "Hi I'm Jack 
Davenport." The stewardess, say, "I heard stories 
about you.  They said you are really crazy."  Dad 
said, "I didn't think they remembered me are you 
sure they said I was crazy? That's the highest 
complement you can give a Davenport."  

Then she said that we would have to get seated. The 
plane was already moving pretty fast down the 
runway.  "I was busy looking out of the window. The 
police had mom and Jackie handcuffed, down on the 
tarmac.  The stewardess pushed me down into the 
nearest seat and strapped me in just as we took off.  

After we took off I just sat there stunned. The 
stewardess came over and said come sit next to 
Jack.  "We are serving Champaign. They always like 
it after a chase. He wants you to have it with him." 
Dad was seated on a couch in the middle of the 
plane. He seemed totally relaxed and happy. After 
the stewardess poured the Champaign she said that 
the other compartment was made up as a bedroom. 
Dad smiled and said I know someone who is going to 
be joining the mile high club soon. Then the 
stewardess turned to me said, "Wait I know you. You 
flew with us before." When I told her I didn't know 
what she meant she said wait I'll show you. 

Dad and I started to talk. I decided I should call him 
Jack instead of daddy while I was on the plane but 
sometimes I slipped. I was pretty stress out about 
how our life has changed.  I said, "Jack where are we 
going?" "We are flying to Bordeaux and staying with 
the Guermantes. Don't you remember?" "Sure I do 
but you didn't tell me when we where going to 
leave." "I really didn't know myself but I had a 
feeling yesterday that I needed the plane to be ready 
to leave on a moment's notice. We had to get out of 
Dodge fast." "The stewardess said the Davenport's 
thought you are crazy?" "I think that the stewardess 
was just trying to be nice.  I tried to put that life 
behind me but I forgot how much fun I used to 
have." 

The movie screen came to life and was playing a 
commercial.  I ignored it until I heard the word 
"clothes."  On the screen there was a commercial for 
a new line of special made clothing. There was girl 
standing holding two rulers strapped together and 
her picture was being taken by her 'mother' using a 
digital camera. Then the girl and 'her mother' were 
seen loading the digital pictures of the girl in to a 
computer. The pictures were of a front, back and side 
view of the girl.  Then they sent the pictures off over 
the internet. The voice over said, "In less then a 
week your handmade dress will be sent to you." I 
was so upset I forgot where I was and said, "Daddy 
they stole my idea." "What do you mean?" "That's 
my idea for my clothing line. Remember I told you 
about computers cutting clothes for hard to fit girls." 
Dad said "I wonder what company is behind this." 
Then the scene shifted to a stage illumined by a 
single spot light. I was on the screen. I walked into 
the light. I was wearing the dress I wore to the Red 
Rose Inn. I was smiling and then I spun around. The 
voice over came on. 'We're not girls. We're not 
teens. We're special'.  Then in large letters there was 
"JILLDA" on the screen and the voice said, "Jillda!" 
Dad said, "What the hell was that?" I thought of 
mom and said, "That's a motive for murder."


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