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!
It was nine-thirty, and David was sitting at the kitchen table, holding a novel in his hands, but not making much progress reading it. Grandpa had said that his mother had gone out shopping with a friend, but it wasn't like her to stay out this late.
His father had called from work, concerned, and David was angry at him. He understood that his father frequently had to work extra hours, but this was David's mother and Clark's wife that was missing. His father should have cancelled work and come home, as far as David was concerned. He was spending even more hours at the office than usual, anyway.
He heard the key in the front door and sprang up.
"Momma!" he said as she stepped in the door. "Where were you?!" he asked as he hugged her.
"Honey, sshh. It's okay. I was just out doing a little shopping."
"But you're never out this late. None of the stores in town are even open past nine o'clock."
"Time just got away from us, David. It's okay. Really. I just have this splitting headache."
"Here," he said, leading her to the kitchen table, "I'll get you some aspirin."
"That's a dear."
"No trouble shopping?" Grant asked.
"No, daddy. I got some good buys."
"That's good. About yesterday and that red-head, honey --"
Daphne held up her hand. "Daddy, please. I'm not up to it. This headache feels like it's about to split my head apart."
"Here you go, Mom," Davy said, handing her two aspirin and a glass of tea.
"Thanks, dear." She put them on her tongue and took a drink. "You're a lifesaver."
"So where'd you go shopping, mom?"
"Oh, all over town, Davy. But I don't feel up to talking about it now. I want to go take a hot bath, then crawl into bed and sleep off this headache."
David nodded. "Sure, mom. You go on up and I'll lock up. Have a good night."
"Thanks, dear," she said, walking carefully towards the stairs, trying not to jar herself too much.
"I'll get the door, Davy," Grant offered. "You go on to bed. You have classes tomorrow morning."
"Thanks, Grandpa. I'll take you up on that. I've been sitting here, worried about Mom all night until I'm exhausted myself."
Grant waited for David to go upstairs, then locked the front door. He stopped by the refridgerator to get a beer, then lifted the telephone receiver and dialed a number.
"Hi. Yes, this is Grant. Okay. I understand. Okay, I just wanted to make sure there were no problems. She was running late. All right, I understand that happens. That's acceptable." He hung up the phone.
Grant turned the lights off and headed upstairs. Stopping by Davy's door, her could hear the steady breathing of sleep -- the boy wasn't exaggerating when he said he was exhausted. He walked up the hall to the bathroom, opened the door, and stepped in.
Daphne had been laying in the hot bathwater, soaking with her eyes shut, when she heard the door open and her eyes flew open. "Daddy!" she gasped, snatching desperately for a towel. She managed to get it off the hook and cover herself, still in the bathtub, soaking the towel.
"Daddy! Get out of here!"
Grant chuckled and shut the door. "Honey, we have to talk."
"Daddy, no! Get out of here!"
He took a drink from the beercan and sat down on the toilet lid. "Daffy-Bear, I feel just awful about upsetting you yesterday."
"Daddy, we will talk about it tomorrow. Now, please leave!"
"You don't understand, Sugar. I'm overwrought. I feel so bad about --"
"Daddy, everything is fine. Okay? Is that what you want me to say? Goddam you! Don't think I don't know what you're doing. This is another power struggle. You want to get your way on this, you want me to just say everything is fine, so you wait until you've got me in a position of disadvantage, then --"
"Daffy-Bear, I would never try to put you in a position of disad --"
"Daddy, when I'm sitting naked in the tub, trying to cover myself with a soaked bathtowel while you're sitting there smirking, that has me in a position of disadvantage! And don't think I don't realize you intended all this."
Grant laughed. "I guess you know me pretty well, honey."
"Yes, Daddy, I do."
"So, how about it? Forgive me?"
"Daddy, just leave! We will go over all this tomorrow."
"No," Grant said, pushing. "I have you in a 'position of disadvantage' now, and I'm not leaving until you say you forgive me."
"Daddy!"
Grant leaned back and took another drink of beer.
"I forgive you, Daddy. Happy now?!"
"Delighted, sweetie." He stood. "Just delighted. Can I get you another towel. That one looks positively saturated."
Daphne rolled her eyes and sighed. "Please, just leave. And lock the door behind you since I apparently forgot."
"Of course, dear," he said smiling, locked the door, and left.
Daphne pushed the soaked towel toward the bottom of the bathtub. "Must be this freaking headache," she muttered. "I always lock the door. And if I didn't before, you can bet I will verify it all the time now, you old bastard." She settled back down into the hot water. "Stinking old bastard, barging in here like that."