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 ten thirty in the evening, and Daphne was lying in bed, trying to read, but finding herself unable to concentrate. Davy was in bed -- he had a long day tomorrow, preparing for finals. Daddy was still out, probably screwing someone -- probably one of her friends, she thought bleakly.
She couldn't seem to put her finger on exactly what was bothering her tonight, but she felt terribly bleak.
Perhaps some milk would help, she thought. She laid her book on her nightstand and walked over to the closet. She automatically ignored her bedroom shoes -- they seemed to be wearing corns on her feet lately -- and put on her red high-heeled shoes instead. Then she took a carrot out of the bowl she had on the nightstand and headed for the kitchen.
As she passed Davy's room, she glanced in at him sleeping. Her boy was growing up. Thank God he wasn't turning out like Daddy, she thought as she stuck the tip of the carrot in her mouth and ran her tongue around it.
She walked down the stairs, but stopped in the living room. She found herself picking up the phone and dialing her husband's number at work.
"Hello?" a voice asked after several rings.
"Clark."
"Daphne? Are you all right? Nothing's wrong is it?"
"No, nothing's wrong. It's just -- yes, there is something wrong, Clark. You're not here."
"I'm sorry, dear. I told you, I'd need to work late tonight."
"But you're always working late anymore."
"It won't be for much longer, Daphne. This new account is just taking so many extra hours. But I should be wrapping up the initial phase soon, and then we'll have more time to spend together."
"Do you promise, Clark?"
"I promise."
"Because I'm missing you. I'm -- I don't know. Things are strange. I'm lonely without you. Please come home."
"I will. I promise. As soon as I get this project at a maintenance level. We'll take a vacation -- just you and me. How does that sound?"
"Right now that sounds like heaven, Clark! Soon. Let's do it very soon!"
"You've got it, sweetheart."
"Thank you, Clark. Thanks. When do you think you'll be getting home tonight?"
"In a few hours. I'll just nap on the couch again so I don't wake you."
"You won't wake me. Please come to bed when you get home. I miss you."
"I miss you too, sweetheart. And you're sweet, but I'll probably just sleep on the couch. I won't want to disturb your sleep."
"Okay," she said, her voice disappointed. She began to rub her lower lip with the carrot.
"Okay. I'll be home in a few hours, then, and we'll start making plans for that vacation soon. Good night."
"Good night."
Clark hung up, and Daphne stood with the receiver at her ear for several seconds, then also hung up.
She wandered back up to her bedroom. She didn't feel like a glass of milk anymore.