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.
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Live well!
It was ten o'clock in the evening.
Daphne was in the bathtub, her carrot in her mouth, her tongue slowly running around and around it as she reflected on what had happened today, on where everything was going.
The doorknob turned, and Grant stepped in.
Daphne pulled the carrot out of her mouth gave a tired sigh without bothering to cover herself. "Oh, Daddy, not again."
"Daffy," Grant said with a leer, "What pretty red nipples you have."
Daphne half-heartedly brought one forearm across her chest to cover her breasts, without bothering to cover her pussy. "Oh, Daddy (sigh) you're not supposed to be looking."
"I know, Daffy-Bear, but they're just so ... so ... are you cold or something, honey?"
"Daddy, how could you? How could you do those things to those women today. One was my best friend, Daddy! And you just ...."
"Now I really cannot understand this. Here you are, griping at me, chastizing me, when you're the one that's been collecting slutty friends. I mean, no proper lady would do the things they've done. You picked them as friends, not me. But you yell at me when they show their true colors."
"Daddy, they were never like this before!"
Grant grinned slyly. "Guess it's the old Blaine charm."
"Daddy!"
"Turn your back around here and hand me the soap," Grant said as he kneeled by the bathtub.
"What are you going to do, Daddy?"
"I'm just going to soap your back. That's all." She still looked at him suspiciously. "You seem to be upset, and a backrub always puts the mind at ease."
She handed him the bar of soap, and he began running it over her shoulders and back.
"Mmmmmmmm ...."
"Feel good?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm. I guess so."
"You guess so? Well, if it's not helping, I'll quit."
"No. No, you can keep doing it."
Daphne shut her eyes as Grant began splashing water to wash the soap away. Then he began repeating the process.
"I just don't understand it. Sarah has never acted anything at all like that. She always seemed so ... shy."
"Some people aren't always what they appear to be," he said as he moved his lathering motions from her back to her sides.
"But Sarah?! She is the most reserved person I've ever known."
Grant lightly, accidently brushed the bottom her right breast, then watched for a reaction, but Daphne did not open her eyes. "She didn't fool me, Daffy Bear. I saw her for what she was."
"Mmmmmmmmm. And what is that, Daddy?"
"A highly repressed, stalled individual. When someone gets like that, they --" As he spoke, her slowly moved his hands to cup his daughter's breasts.
"Daddy!" she squealed, splashing around in the water as she pulled his hands off her breasts. "Daddy, not my titties! No! You -- you shouldn't even be in here." She covered her breasts with one forearm and her crotch with the other hand. "You should leave, Daddy. You shouldn't be in here."
"Easy, honey, easy. Sssshhhhh. It's okay. Just sit back down, and I'll --"
"No, you need to leave now, Daddy."
"But didn't the backrub feel good and help to --"
"Daddy, please! Just leave now."
"Okay, honey, anything for you. Just tell me you're my little Daffy-Bear before I go."
"Daddy!" she whined.
"Come on."
"Okay, Daddy, I'm your little Daffy-Bear. Happy?"
Grant smiled. "That's my girl. I'll see you tomorrow, then." And he opened the door and left.
Daphne settled back in the water and put the carrot back in her mouth. How? How could her friends behave like that? Letting her father just have his way with them, acting like they've never acted before?
On impulse, she pushed the carrot into her mouth, curious how far back it would go before she gagged. Quite far, actually. She pulled it out and tried it again. Yes, quite far.
But how could her friends behave like that, letting Daddy touch them in places and get them to do things that just ... weren't ....
Maybe there really was something to "the Blaine charm.