Summary: mind control, incest, ff
An entrepreneur retires and moves in
with his daughter's family. Using a corporation he helped set up, he begins
having her friends mind-trained and having flagrant sex with them. Then he
sets his eyes on her ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Live well!
An hour later, Grant and Caroline wandered into the house.
Daphne was sitting at the kitchen table, drumming her fingers on it loudly. "Get out," she ordered them calmly.
"Daphne, I am so sorry," Caroline said, crimson-faced. "I don't know what in the world came --"
"I don't care. Get out of my house. Do not come back. Ever."
Caroline looked pleadingly at her, but Daphne continued staring at the table. Finally, Caroline took her purse and left.
"Daffy-Bear --"
"Do not call me that."
"Sweetie-Dear --"
"My name is Daphne, father." She looked up from the table to meet his eyes. "This is my house. *My* house. While you are living in my house, there are rules that you will follow. Remember that little saying, Daddy? It's still true now that our roles are reversed. What happened today will never happen again. Not ever. Understood?"
"As you wish, dear."
"My son was --" her voice started to raise, and she caught herself. "I am too angry to talk about this," she said after a moment. "Do not mistake, however. We *will* talk about it. Long and hard. And about the rules around here." She paused, breathing heavily with anger. "Now, I do not want to see your face for several hours, Daddy."
"As you wish, dear. I'll be in my room."
Grant trekked back to his room and shut the door. He had insisted on having a second phone line installed after he arrived and was grateful of that now, as he picked up the receiver and dialed.
"Hello, dear. I need to speak with Mr Lockhead, please. Of course you may. I'm Mr Blaine. I'm sure that -- yes, thank you very much.
"Douglass! Fine, fine! No, really, everything is fine. I just wanted to call and tell you that I've finally made up my mind about that last subject. Yes, you figured right, then. I *am* going to want to plug that one. Yes, as soon as you could get on it.
"Thank you, Douglass. I can always count on you."
The next morning, after David had left for school -- Daphne was going to need to talk with him about what happened yesterday -- the doorbell rang. Daphne checked out the window, and saw a brown van -- probably a package delivery.
"Yes?" she asked as she opened the door.
"Mrs Blaine?"
"Yes --" She felt an aerosol mist cover her face, and she backed away from the door.
"Easy, Mrs Blaine," the man stepped into the house, shut the front door, and tried to calm her.
"What?! What was --?!"
"Easy. It was just something to help make you a little more compliant."
"But--"
"Is anyone else in the house, Mrs Blaine?"
"I can answer that," Grant said from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm the only other one."
The man stood to attention. "Mr Blaine."
"Daddy," Daphne said, trying to wipe her face, "Who is this man? What was I sprayed with?"
"Easy, Daffy. He's just a man trying to do his job. Now keep your mouth shut while he does what he has to." He turned to look at the man and nodded. "Hello, Bradford. Think you can have her back by nine?"
"That seems reasonable, sir."
"Good, then get back to work. I don't want to keep you."
"Yes, sir."