0 comments/ 306448 views/ 13 favorites Sally's Reprogramming By: flyingcarpet "I don't have to do what you tell me, Frank!" Sally got up from the couch where her lithe form had been sprawled in front of VH1. She gave Frank the finger and pounded up the stairs. The curtains blew and the house shook when her bedroom door slammed. Frank turned to the stack of dishes and swore. She was right, though. Sally's mother pretty much vetoed any attempt Frank made to enforce a reasonable discipline on his step-daughter, and over twelve years the sweet little girl had become an eighteen year old monster viewing any effort to make her pull her own weight around the house as a deadly insult. Reason had failed and force was out of the question. Frank ripped the dishwasher open, his frustration rushing out like a broken verbal sewer main. "The little fucking bitch gets her own way all the time. No one fuckin' listens to me. The little cunt's going to get in trouble, she is. Does her mother listen to me when I pointed to the bitch's computer IM recordings, where she was crying that she needed more practice giving blowobs? Oh, no, not much she doesn't. Does the girl take warning from us about that geek that was hanging around her? No. He pops her cherry and takes off, just like I warned her. That was three years ago. Damn lucky the bitch didn't get pregnant. Damn! I wouldn't mind a piece of that, Sally is one fine little cunt. That was my cherry, the bastard! No. No. Never mind that. She's got to learn to pick up after herself. I'm damned sick of playing housemaid in my time off. What do I get out of it? Heartburn and insults. Twelve years of this, and the little bitch still hates me. I bet she's tasty, too. Dammit, stop that." Frank slammed the dishwasher closed, and savagely ripped the knob to the start position. "Fuck that. That little stuck up bitch owes me. She ain't my kid. I'm gonna fuck her. She's old enough." Frank was alone in the house, except for Sally, and he knew she couldn't hear him over the music coming down through the ceiling from her room. Thumps on the floor indicated Sally was practicing her dance moves. Frank began pacing on the floor below his dancing step-daughter. He briefly wished for a glass ceiling. He muttered to himself, "Okay. Let's admit it. You have the hots for that bitchy cunt. You always have. She's eighteen now, but you can't just knock on her door and rape her. Hmmm..can I? No, no, too risky, it's not worth it. What can I do?...can't date her and make moves on her, she'd laugh hysterically. Nancy would kill me, too." Nancy was his wife, Sally's mother. She was an Emergency Medical Technician, and her shift wasn't over until midnight that night. Nancy had bulked up over the years, and the physical relationship between husband and wife had died early. He'd be damned if he'd beg his woman for sex. Frank had't been laid in nearly a year, and that was an unsatisfying experience with a married woman terrified of getting caught. It's hard to enjoy your spurting orgasm when the woman you're fucking is suddenly yelling "No! No! Don't come in me! I can't get pregnant, my husband had a vasectomy." Stupid bitch couldn't have brought that up a little sooner, right? He'd wiped his dick in her hair and walked out in disgust. The memories of the that frantic time faded. Frank, finally relaxed from his pacing, banged on the ceiling with a broom handle to get Sally to turn the music down. He pulled a Foster's from the fridge and sat down in front of the TV. Surfing idly, he stopped at an old Columbo episode. The killer had used subliminal messages in film to motivate his victim. "That's it!" Frank cried. He flicked the TV off and thought quietly. What if he used subliminal messages to get Sally to focus on him as her primary sexual attractor? He jumped on the computer and searched the Internet. His plans were ready in a few hours. He didn't wake up when his wife climbed into bed. The next day was a Saturday. Nancy had to go in at noon for training, and Sally had dance practice the whole afternoon. Frank headed for the Home Depot and Radio Shack in the morning, and dropped Sally off at her school with a smile and pleasant words. Frank would never be unpleasant with Sally again, oh no. Dumping his packages on the table, Frank opened Sally's bedroom door with a spare key. She didn't know about that key, he was sure. He went over to her computer and examined the speakers that were over her headboard. Nah, better hide the new speakers he'd bought, it was simpler, easier, and less likely to get screwed up. He mounted the new ones under the headboard, relieved to find gigantic dust bunnies. She'll never look down here. Finding an obscure spot, he drilled a hole and ran the wire for the speakers down into the room below. He connected them to his computer, installing the sound card he'd never had a use for before. Going back upstairs, he mounted the motion detector on her bedframe. This would to disconnect the speakers if motion in the bed was detected. Can't have Sally hearing his loving messages, not when she was awake. Frank recorded a sample file, "Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fuck and to frolic. Jack came in her, and left for more, while Jill screamed mother fucker". He had the computer play it on a loop into the speakers upstairs. He carefully adjusted the volume to it's barest audibility. He was done here, and with a minimum of disturbance, too. What the fuck, he thought, let's look around. Sally keeps a journal, how about that? He sat down and began to read. His eyes opened wider. This might be easier than it seemed. Sally hated her mother, and viewed her as the obstacle in the house. She actually liked Frank, and felt sorry sometimes for the way she behaved. "Damn cunt couldn't just say so to me?" Frank muttered. "No, of course she wouldn't. What am I saying? I'm her step-father." Wow, he thought, this journal was interesting. She'd had a couple of bad experiences with boys who barely knew how to hold it, let alone where to put it, and she'd become reluctant to experiment with them. But then again, half her "dance practices" were excuses to hang out with her girlfriends. Turns out Martha and Kelly weren't even in dance class. Sally had been experimenting with lesbian affairs with her two friends. She liked kissing girls, she admitted. She liked their softness and their pleasant smells. "Can't argue with that," Frank said aloud. Martha, from the description, had small breasts that she padded with tissue, but her athletic ass was hard and her cunt was a platinum blond. Frank had a deep appreciation that girl's ass himself. He was disappointed to learn her full breast was Charmin. He wondered what Mr. Whipple would say about that. Kelly had large breasts, but she had veins and stretch marks running over their surface. Pity, Frank thought. No photos here, though. Sally's journal reported that Kelly had rings in her nipples and her clit. She shaved her pussy bald. She was a little chubby, but, Frank remembered, but a little cushion was nice. Seems that Sally liked having her nipples pinched hard while her clit was tongued. Sally hadn't tried anal sex in any form, and she expressed curiosity about boys and wondered why she wasn't successful with them. This information was priceless. Frank snapped the book closed and replaced it carefully. He was relieved tha this search, and her journal, didn't find any drugs. Sex was healthy and pleasant, he thought. It would be a shame if she got mixed up in drugs. He went downstairs and recorded a new file. "Frank Frank Frank is sexy sexy fuck frank fuck frank fuck frank my pussy is sooo hot with frank frank frank knows franks knows frank will fuck me fuck me I want frank want frank suck frank suck frank lick me frank lick me frank my nipples are soo hard soo hard rub my nipples rub them hard nipples my pussy is hot pussy hot fuck me fuck me frank frank frank will make me feel good I'm happy with frank happy happy frank makes me feel good good good yummm frank is sexy sexy soo sexy hot hot hot my cunt is hot I have to fuck frank fuck frank fuck frank suck frank frank frank," in a very low monotone. He had the computer play it on a loop into the speakers upstairs. He carefully adjusted the volume to it's barest audibility. He showered, and dressed carefully and neatly. No more lounging about in old sweats and tee shirts. He threw a good dinner in the oven for the two of them, and went to pick Sally up at Martha's. He got a hardon thinking about what she'd probably been doing, but he told it to behave. He took her to rent a movie on the way back, and they ate and watched it together. She actually could be pleasant when they tried to be friendly, he found out. Sally headed up to take a shower after the movie. Frank's eyes watched her fine eighteen year old ass ascend the stairs. "Hey," he called out when she was halfway up. She turned and bent over to peer down the stairs, giving Frank a fine if distant view of young cleavage. "I had fun tonight. Let's try to be nice to each other, okay?" "Me too, Frank. I'll try." Sally vanished into the upstairs. Frank watched some television for a while, then set the computer to run his program and went to bed. This lasted for weeks. Frank punctiliously followed the routine he had established, unfailing polite and treating Sally as a young adult, expressing care, ensuring his appearance was always the best possible. Sally's attitude towards him changed noticeably. Frank secretly reviewed her journal weekly. About three weeks into the program, Frank was excited to discover that Sally was writing her fantasies of having sex with him down in the book. She dreamed of his big cock (it wasn't "big", but she didn't know this), how she would suck it and how she would love to feel it inside her. But she couldn't. Frank was her step-dad. She just couldn't do that and oh why was she having fantasies about an old man anyway. OLD MAN? Frank thought for a while, then went downstairs and flipped on the microphone. "there's no reason I can't fuck frank fuck frank no reason fuck frank older men are good I like older men older men are hot I want a real man not a boy a real man frank frank frank fuck frank fuck frank suck frank suck frank suck him suck him lick him lick him no reason to say no frank is so manly so strong so strong a real man a real man I hope he wants me I hope he wants me I hope he wants me I want frank I want frank want frank want frank a real man a real man I want a real man I want I want fuck frank fuck frank need frank need frank fuck me frank fuck me frank eat me frank my pussy is hot pussy is hot I need you frank I need you frank suck my nipples frank suck suck fuck fuck frank frank need frank will fuck frank there's no reason I can't fuck frank." Frank was physically fit, and the next day, banking on Sally's new found attraction for him, he asked her nicely to help him start relandscaping the small garden they had in the back. They discussed what they were to do, and then went outside. Frank wore old shorts and a tank-top. His arms were muscular from working out at the gym and was trim and fit for his forty five years. Sally wore shorts and a tight shirt. Her large breasts bulged over her bra. They worked together well, Frank wasting no opportunity to exhibit male strength. When possible, he stood close to her to let her smell his manly sweaty odor. He made no move to touch her, and pretended not to notice when she brushed her breasts on his arm. "Not yet," he thought. "She'll make it obvious when she's well done." They stood together in the setting sun surveying at their handiwork. Sally turned to him and hugged him. "That was fun, Frank." She ran inside to take a shower. "Not yet" was so hard to follow. He adjusted the "Not yet" in his shorts and got dinner ready while she washed up. They rented "When Harry Met Sally" that night, and Sally rested her head on Frank's leg while she watched. He looked down at her luscious body, dying to stroke that waist length honey blond hair, stroke those large breasts, and feel the slick wetness of her young pussy on his fingers. Frank pointedly stood up halfway through the film, and placed a pillow under her head. He got her a coke, and knew she was checking out his hard on as he served her. Frank sat over on the chair. Sally sat up and smiled at him, but she stayed where she was. After that, Frank made it a point to work with the weights in the garage daily when she was around. He added the line "i saw his dick his dick was hard hard oh I want to touch it he had a hard on I want it I want it" to the recording. Sally began to help Frank with chores around the house, finding excuses to be with him. She no longer fought with him, and she found more and more opportunities to brush her body against his. Frank stoically pretended to not feel the weight of her large breasts pressing on his back or forearms, or the time when she reached between his legs for something on a shelf, "accidentally" reaching up and feeling his hanging cock through his shorts. His - deliberate - failure to be wearing underwear made ignoring this difficult. Her hand lingered almost too long to ignore. Almost. Eight weeks into the program, it was Saturday, and Frank was in the garage with the weights. The garage door was open about two feet, and the Explorer visible in the driveway through the gap. Frank called Sally down, wanting her to spot him with the bench presses, and making sure she saw him working out. He'd been doing this for a while, to expose her to his masculine charms. Lately, she'd been wearing skirts, and she'd stand above Frank's head with the hem of her skirt raised, giving him a clear view of her panties. His determination to wait for her to make the moves was being sorely tested. She was now teasing Frank as much as Frank was teasing her. Sally came down, dressed in her cheerleader outfit. "I'm getting ready to practice," she announced. The deep green uniform with gold lettering was a wonderful complement to her honey blond hair and green eyes, Frank agreed. "You're beautiful, as always. Here, help me out for a few minutes." Frank laid back and lifted the weights. She stood in her usual position, and Frank's eyes wandered up her soft thighs as he lifted the weights. He wondered if she'd be wearing the leopard spot panties this time, or the Minnie Mouse ones. Son of a bitch! She wasn't wearing any panties at all, and her full brown bush was just inches above Frank's groping eyes. His cock popped to attention and she couldn't possibly miss that, especially when there were no underwear under the satiny shorts. He didn't look down, but his pup tent had to be as obvious as a Great Dane in a Poodle contest. After two reps of eight, Frank moved to rack the weights. He thought Sally reached out to take them, but she pushed them away from the rack and forced him to hold them over his chest. "No, daddy. I want to show you something first." Keeping one hand on the weights that Frank wasn't making any effort put away anyway, she turned and squatted over his face, pinning his head down on the cushion and grinding her hairy pussy on his open mouth. Frank thrust up eagerly and drove his tongue into his step-daughter's wet hole. Sally ground into her step-father's face, her wet pussy hair practically raising rug burns on his cheeks. Frank didn't care and pushed up eagerly, as much a victim of his programming effort as she was. She came in a rush, her shrieks of pleasure echoing in the garage and certainly escaping under the door into the sunny Saturday afternoon. She helped him rack the weights, then straddled his lap, pinning him on the bench. She rubbed her cunt on his hardon, soaking his shorts with her juices. Frank pushed up, grunting his pleasure. His freed hands sought her breasts, and he massaged them eagerly through her cheerleader top. Frank slipped her uniform up, and sighed as her massive breasts slipped into his waiting hands. So many years he had waited to enjoy the feel of these firm globes. Frank buried his face between them and flipped her nipples with his thumbs. Sally lifted up and pulled her top off, throwing it onto the floor behind her. It almost sailed under the door, Frank noted absently. Wonder what the neighbors will think, he thought. He lifted her skirt up and squeezed her hard ass. She lifted off him for a moment and pulled his shorts off. He lifted his hips eagerly to help her. Damn. She really was aiming for the garage door. Those shorts were definitely in the driveway outside. Screw the neighbors, he thought, I'll make them buy tickets. Make a fortune, too. Sally straddled Frank again, her hand positioning his hard cock at her entrance. She hesitated, rubbing the head of his dick agonizingly around her wet slit. "Oh Sally, oh Sally. I've been wanting you for so long," he moaned. "Slide it in! Slide it in gently, it won't hurt, I promise you." She put his thick head in her hole, and slowly sank down onto his shaft, moaning loudly as he penetrated her. Soon she was seated on Frank's lap. "Push up and down now, honey, moving me in and out of you. Do it slowly and gently. Here, put your finger here and rub gently." Frank put her hand on her clit and she started stroking herself slowly as she gently lifted up and down on his cock. Frank refrained from thrusting up to meet her, and let her inexperience set the pace. He stroked her inner thighs gently and brushed her diamond sharp nipples with his finger tips. "When it feels right, you speed up. Bend down and give me a kiss." Sally started stroking faster. She kissed Frank deeply, chasing his tongue expertly and playfully biting his lips. Her time with her lesbian friends hadn't been wasted, oh no. The weight of Sally's breasts pressed on his chest. Frank was damn glad he didn't have to pretend to ignore them anymore, and grabbed them, sucking madly on her nipples. Frank began gently thrusting up, matching her rhythm. Gradually her tempo increased and soon she was thrusting down wildly, meeting his eager thrusts into her. She sat up straight with a scream, thrusting down hard onto his cock and squeezing her breasts together. Her orgasming cunt grabbed Frank's cock, and he came deep inside his step-daughter, clutching at her waist and pulling her even harder onto him. Frank gasped and sat up, pulling this lovely child to his eager body. Sally's shudders slowly ceased. She began crying. "I thought I didn't like men. I didn't know men could do to me what you did." Frank held her closer and rubbed her back, massaging the tension from her. "Boys. You didn't like boys, you mean, ignorant boys that didn't deserve you," he told her. "Find men, and stay away from boys, and you'll be fine." Sally nodded. "Okay. Can we go upstairs to my bed now? I don't want to lie on this bench when you lick me again." Frank followed her upstairs, her swaying topless breasts a beacon his hard cock was eager to follow, her green cheerleader skirt like a red flag to a bull. She ran up the stairs, and Frank chased her into her room. Sally rolled onto her bed, her breasts shaking from side to side. She lay on her back, her spread legs lifting her skirt and exposing her brunette bush, a fine counterpoint to the natural blond hair on her head. Frank stood in front of her, his hard cock straight out like a lance. He pulled his shirt off, and reached for her. Sally relaxed and laid back. Frank pulled her leg and gently rolled her to a kneeling position on the edge of the bed. He kneeled behind her and said a brief prayer of thanks for her big ass and tight pussy. Lifting her skirt, Frank kissed each of her ass cheeks and then slowly drew his tongue along the backs of her legs. Her light brown hair floated in a fluffy cloud over her bulging pussy, her pink asshole sitting high and proud above it. Frank licked his sperm from his step-daughter's pussy, breathing in deeply the smell of a young healthy female at the height of her sexual receptiveness. He lavished his lust on her tight hole, sucking her pussy and fucking her with his tongue. Sally moaned and began grinding back against his face. Sally's Reprogramming: Conclusion Frank awoke fully. He'd been dozing on his step-daughter's bed, holding her half-naked form in his arms, enjoying her presence. It was getting late, and they had to get cleaned up before Sally's mother came home. He pushed Sally's firm ass and finally got her moving. She stood up in front of him, stretching her trim eighteen year old body in an enormous yawn. She raised her arms to the ceiling and bent backwards as she stood on her toes, her large breasts pulled tight and her hips thrust towards him. Frank's well rested cock surged with renewed energy at the memory of the beautiful hairy pussy under the green and gold cheerleader skirt. He straightened up and gently stroked his hardening cock. Sally pulled him to his feet and kissed him. "Come on, let's go downstairs." Frank followed his hot step-child out of her bedroom. She led him, not to the garage, where she'd tossed her cheerleader top into the driveway, but onto the deck in the back. She pushed him onto a deck chair and knelt before him, her green skirt covering her firm thighs. Sally placed her soft hand on Frank's cock and squeezed it gently. "How do I make this feel good," she asked. "I've tried this before, and they complained I wasn't doing it right." Frank leaned back in the chair and reached out to stroke her long blonde hair. "There's no 'right way.' Just do what you think will make me feel good, and I'll let you know what works for me. Everyone is different." He spread his legs slightly and relaxed. He was in for a good time now. Sally stroked Frank's cock, looking at it carefully. It more than filled her hand, but wasn't so large she couldn't wrap her fingers around it tightly. It's head was a swollen purple mushroom. The purple coloring ended just below the head in a light brown band that circled his shaft. Past that, Frank's cock was white, with bulging veins under the skin, and a few black hairs grew near the base of it. His hair was thick, with a good salting of white, perfectly natural for his forty five years. His balls were large eggs floating loosely in his scrotum. Sally let go of his cock, and as it slapped his belly she lifted his balls, weighing them tenderly. Her nails scratched his hair beneath his scrotum gently. Frank whispered words of encouragement. Sally bent to smell them, her blond hair brushing Frank's hard cock. They smelled of sweat and sperm and her own special pussy aroma from their earlier sexual games. She felt wetness between her own legs. Gently she lifted each testicle and kissed it, pulling his hard cock to her soft cheek with her other hand. She turned her face and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, circling carefully around the red rim. The hand she massaged his balls with moved to grasp his shaft, and her other hand slipped down to finger her clitoris. Frank's "Yes, that's it baby," was louder now. Sally's tongue circled his head several times, jerking gently on his shaft. Sally pulled back and looked up at Frank, who smiled down at her. She looked at his dick, and saw a clear liquid oozing out. She licked it, pushing her tongue into the small hole. Her lips closed down and she put his head in her mouth. Sally sucked on it and flicked at the hole with her tongue. Frank's hips were abortively thrusting up, moving and stopping as Frank resisted his desperate urge to jam his cock down her throat. Sally took the not very subtle hint and slipped his cockhead deeper into her mouth, gradually engulfing him until he was at the back of her throat. There was still an inch or so to go before her lips would press on his pubic bone. "Ah," Frank moaned. "Pull back slowly, and go up and down, just as slowly. You're great." Sally followed his instructions, and her blonde head bobbed slowly and gently in her step-father's middle-aged lap. Her fingers were furiously abusing her clit now, and she moaned around the hard cock in her mouth. She couldn't figure out if she should fall flat on her back and come on her fingers, or jump up and ride this delicious cock. Fuck it, she decided. She stood up and lifted a leg to straddle her step father. A hand grabbed her when she was off balance and turned her, and another pounded her in her left eye. She fell, shocked into silence. Her mother had come home early. Sally scrambled backwards on her ass, pushing into the deck railing. She couldn't dodge the boot that kicked her ribs and landed a solid blow on her thigh. "Stay on the ground, you bitch," Nancy screamed. She threw the cheerleader top she'd found lying in front of the garage at her. Turning to her husband, Nancy dumped Frank off his chair onto the deck. She kicked at him and screamed "You worthless piece of shit! I spend all day working and this is what you're doing? Fucking my slut daughter? I'm gonna kill you!" Frank grabbed the over turned chair and thrust it at his enraged wife. She stumbled over it, giving him time to get his feet under him. He pushed her away and kept his naked feet away from her stomping boots. "What the hell do you care, you fat bitch? We haven't fucked in four years. What did you expect me to do, sit around and play with myself? Beg you for favors? No fucking way!" "You ungrateful two faced bastard. When I'm done you'll never have to worry about fucking again. I'm going to put that toothpick in the blender!" Her voice raised to a shriek and she drove into Frank, pushing him back and pinning him against the wall of the house. Frank put his arms in front of his face, trying to protect his eyes from his wife's flailing fists. She kicked him savagely in his shin and hit him in the nose with an elbow when he bent over. His head crashed back into the wall, and he saw stars. Expecting more attacks, he cowered. He heard a loud ringing thud, and realized that Nancy lay collapsed at his feet. Looking up, he saw Sally standing behind her, holding the shovel he'd used before to redo the garden. The blade had a saucer sized spot of blood that was starting to run down the handle. His wife's head was curiously flat. Frank stepped over her still form and took the shovel from his crying step-daughter. He looked from her to her mother, speechless. He absently ran his hands over the handle of the shovel. Lifting it, he moved closer to Sally. "Sally...I...what did you do? I think you killed her." Sally looked at him, her eyes widening. "Oh, no! Don't get near me! You killed my mother! HELP! HELP!" Sally backed away, then turned and ran. She grabbed her cheerleader top from where her mother had thrown it, and ran around the house into the street. "Help me! Please help me!" Lights came on along the suburban street, and the neighbors came onto their porches to see a half-naked large breasted blond child apparenlty running from a man clad only in a tee-shirt, waving a large bloody shovel. Sally dodged into a house, and Frank realized the position he was in. He ran back behind the house, snatching his shorts up from the driveway that Sally had thrown out earlier that day. The neighbors had had plenty of time to see them sitting there in the sun. He pulled them on and ran back to his wife's body. She wasn't breathing at all. His pulse was pounding too wildly to tell him if Nancy still had one of her own. Sirens sounded in the distance, getting louder. What the fuck was that girl doing, he wondered. What happened to her? He started CPR. Cars with screaming sirens stopped out front. Two police officers came around the house, guns drawn. One put handcuffs on him, the other examined the body. "She's dead." They dragged Frank out front, and pushed him roughly in the car. He sat there staring at the people as the ambulance loaded and hustled his wife's dead body off. Sally came out from her neighbor's house, wrapped in a bathrobe and crying. Sheheld a ripped cheerleader's uniform out to a policeman. "He raped me. My step-father ripped my shirt and raped me!" She pointed at Frank sitting in the police car. The police officers gave him a hard stare and turned to say comforting words to her. Rape? I didn't rape anyone, Frank thought confusedly. She attacked me. That uniform wasn't ripped before, either. Sally must have ripped it on something when she ran out. What the hell's going on here? His mind whirled. The cops took him away and threw him in a cell. He sat on the bunk, shivering in the air conditioning, the thin knit blanket doing almost nothing to protect him. Several hours later, he was summoned by a detective. Frank decided to answer questions. He didn't think he needed a lawyer. "I'm detective Murphy, Mr. Anderson. We have some serious charges against you. Why don't you sit down and tell us what happened. We just want to find out the truth." Frank sat back and drank the offered coffee. He told them of recent events, starting with his plan to seduce Sally and ending with the interrupted blowjob on his deck. He omitted all mention of he attempt to sleep-program Sally to be submissive. Frank described Sally's bludgeoning of her mother, and his shocked response. "You 'seduced' her? Can you explain why there are computer speakers hidden under your step daughter's bed, and why those speakers are connected to your computed downstairs? What about the files we found on that machine, strange seductive whispers? If your step-daughter hit her mother with the shovel, as you say, where are her fingerprints? And many witnesses say they saw you chasing her with that shovel. "Your daughter says you raped her. Will you do us a favor and admit the semen we've collected from her is yours? The charges against you are serious: Rape. Incest. Murder during the commision of a felony. You're old. If you cooperate, perhaps the District Attorney will be lenient and you'll have a chance to see the light of day again before you die. They like white old new guys in the state penitentiary. That's if the charges don't get a death penalty. Take him back." Frank sat in the chair numb with shock. He didn't notice when the guard's strong hands lifted him and pushed him into a walk down the hall. Did Sally set this up? Did the cops misconstrue what she told them? "HEY! I want a lawyer!" The guard slammed the cell door in his face. "Yah. I'll let them know." The detective thought about Frank's story. It hung together well, but that girl's tale was very convincing, too. He re-examined the reports. Sitting up, Murphy grabbed the telephone and dialed the hospital. "Doctor, I'm investigating the rape of Sally Blair. I was reading your description of her injuries. You describe bruising on her eye and cheek, her ribs, and her leg. Did you examine her vagina?" "Yes. There was no bruising there, but bruising doesn't always happen in rape cases." "Oh. Thank you doctor." Murphy thought some more, and went home. In the morning, he was knocking on Sally's front door. She answered the door with a towel on her head a white terry cloth robe belted around her. "Oh, hello detective. Thank you so much for helping me last night. Would you come in? Would you like some coffee?" "No, thank you, miss. Do you have anyone staying with you right now?" "No, not yet. I don't want to be bothered by people now. Please sit on that chair." She sat demurely in the corner of the couch near the indicated chair. "I understand that. Would you mind if I asked you some questions?" "No, go ahead. How can I help you put that bastard away?" "Well, your step-father says the sex was consenual...I know, I know, they all do...and that you're the one that killed your mother. Can you describe for me again the events of yesterday?" "Do I have to? It's so embarassing." She looked away, staring at the floor. "I was getting dressed to practice my cheers, when Frank called me down to spot his stupid weights. I hate that, but I did it. I stood next to him and helped him put the weights up when he asked. I turned to go, but he grabbed me from behind and pulled me onto his lap. I screamed, but he stuffed a sock in my mouth. I could barely breathe. He'd been working out for months and he's pretty strong now. "He grabbed at my wrists but only caught the sleeves. I slid my arms inside and struggled to get them free of my cheerleader uniform. He let go of the sleeves and grabbed the collar, pulling it apart and ripping it down. I pulled my arms out through the rip and pushed him away. He was distracted by my bouncing boobs, I wasn't wearing a bra, I like the feel of them bouncing free. You understand, don't you officer?" She paused coyly for an answer. "Fully. Please go on, miss." "Well, I managed to push him away for a bit, and turned to climb over the bench. He caught me, and forced me down over it. I knelt there, my naked boobs hanging, and squeezed them cruelly, pinching my nipples till they hurt. Then he lifted my skirt, and stuck a finger roughly into me." "You weren't wearing underwear, Miss Blair?" "No. I hate underwear. I love the feel of freedom, and the breeze between my legs is so stimulating. There's nothing wrong with that, is there, officer?" "Ahem...No. No, of course not. That explains why there were no ripped panties at the scene. Please, continue with your description." "Of course. Well, he stuck his finger in me. It didn't hurt. It felt pretty damn good, in fact." Sally's voice lowered, and she spoke hesitantly, "I was telling him to stop, but I liked it. I wanted him to take me. My pussy was dripping wet. Is that right, detective? Is there something wrong with me?" She started to cry. "No, no. You're fine. Some women get excited during a rape. Besides, what we found on the computer suggests he was pre-conditioning you, brainwashing, for months before yesterday. You've done nothing wrong. Are you all right, miss?" She nodded. "Could I have some water, please?" The detective went into the kitchen, filled a glass and handed it to her. She smiled at him, her tears making pulling at all his protective instincts. "Thank you." She drank and continued, "he thrust his finger in and out rapidly, yet gently, not bashing into me. I can't help it." She moaned. "I came and came all over his fingers. I loved it and wanted more. I begged him to stop, and I begged him to continue. I never had an orgasm before, I didn't know what was happening to me. He stopped, and knelt behind me. I lay there limply, exhausted. Suddenly something hard stabbed at me, again and again, missing. I squirmed out of his way. He let go of my hands and grabbed my hips to keep me still. He thrust into me, filling me. It hurt, but it felt so damn good, too. I couldn't help it, I thrust back at him. His filthy penis was jammed deep into me before I could say no. His weight pinned me to the bench, and he groped my boobs again. He thrust and thrust and thrust into me, I was begging him to stop for real, now. Suddenly he stopped, then thrust hard two or three times. I was filled with a strange warmth, and then he pulled out of me. A hot liquid ran down my leg. "He pulled me up and dragged me upstairs, leaving my top and his shorts somewhere in the garage. He took me in my bedroom and lay on top of me, sucking and biting my nipples...why do men love doing that, detective?" The detective started. "We just do, miss. We're all fascinated by the female body, I suppose. Please concentrate on your story. Were you a virgin before yesterday?" Sally looked at him furtively. He wasn't looking at her, and there was a bulge in his suit that wasn't there when he sat down. Good, he wasn't concentrating on her details. She sipped water and resumed. "No, I've had one other, a boy. Frank raped me again. In my own bed. He even stroked my naked body with my own teddy bear. He spent hours in me and on me. He licked my pussy, and I couldn't help it. I had another orgasm, shrieking my pleasure at the top of my lungs. He slapped me in the face, then, and that's how I got this black eye. "After it got dark, he pulled me out onto the deck, and forced me to put my mouth on his dick. He pushed up and down on my head, his swelling hard-on bumping the back of my throat." "Did you think of biting him, miss?" "No! I was his slave by this time, and my only thoughts were how to please him so I wouldn't get hurt more. I kept bobbing my head, trying not to gag, when he began thrusting his hips up, crying 'I'm coming, I'm coming'. He held my head down and shot a hot load of semen in my mouth. He grabbed my hair in a knot and said 'swallow it, bitch.' I was too scared not to, and sucked and swallowed until no more came squirting out. Suddenly I was pushed aside. I'm afraid my poor mom had the wrong idea about what she saw and thought I was a consenting partner. She kicked me and pushed me. Frank got up and grabbed the shovel that was in the flower bed..." "How did he get it, miss?" "It was leaning against the railing, the blade stuck in the dirt. We'd been re-working the landscaping lately." "I see. Go on." "My mom went after him, and he pushed her against the wall. When she started to turn around, he swung the shovel...he swung...oh shit! He hit her in the head." Sally started crying again. "That's okay, miss. How did you get out to the road?" (sniff) "He turned to me and I got up screaming. I grabbed my ripped cheerleader uniform. Did I mention that mom had thrown it at me? No? Well she did that when she first came in. I ran into the street screaming and ran to Mrs. Gonsalez' house. She called the cops, and the rest you know." "I think that will do for now, miss. I've seen your garage, your bedroom, and the rest of the crime scene. I like to examine all the evidence directly. Now, I know this sounds like an unusual request, but help me. Would it be possible for you to show me your bruises, while they're still fresh?" "You mean now?" Sally was surprised. She knew she was telling whoppers, but was fairly confident that she was getting away with it. Could this detective wreck her story by looking at her marks? She didn't think so. "Yes, please. It will greatly help my investigation. I'm sure you want as strong a case against Mr. Anderson as possible. Help me, please." Sally nodded. She stood up and held her face to the sunlight in the window, letting the detective stand near her and inspect it. Her eye was swelled almost shut and the bruise her mother had made turned her cheek purple and swelled her nose. "Yes, that black eye looks real painful. It's about the right age, too. May I see your bruised ribs, please?" "But I'm not wearing a bra," she protested. "I'm a professional miss. I'm married and I have three girls your age. I've seen breasts before. I won't hurt you." Sally nodded uncertainly and loosened the belt on her robe. She parted her robe, revealing in full her large right breast, her dark nipple hardening in the cool air. She pulled her arm out of the sleeve and raised it, exposing the bruised rib and giving the detective a clear view. He asked her to turn to the light. The sharp sunlight cast a shadow of her breast onto the floor behind her. The detective moved his face close, examining her ribs carefully. She could feel his body heat and smell his aftershave lotion. His tie dangled to brush the hand holding her robe closed. He lightly brushed the scrapes left by Nancy's booted foot, his hand seeming to linger on her warm young flesh. "Yes, yes. That's totally consistent. I'm sorry if I'm embarassing you, miss, but this is essential. Sometimes people try to frame others and bruise themselves in advance, on purpose. I'm sure you're not doing that, but Mr. Anderson's defense attorney will be sure to raise the question. The report said your thigh was also bruised. May I see that, also?" Sally let her robe go, leaning back and holding her bruised leg out for inspection. The robe flowed around her leg, off her free arm and hung from her other shoulder. Her pubic area was clearly exposed, the womanly swell of her hips accentuated by the curving folds of the robe. The detective knelt in front of her and examined the bruise. It was a violent purple swelling, like the other two, with no sign of the yellowing that marked older bruises. Sally's Reprogramming: Conclusion "That will do, miss. There's only one more spot to check, I think." "Where? I don't have any more bruises." "You should. You report that Mr. Anderson thrust his penis at you several times, but missed. You should have bruising around your pubic area. His defense attorney will call into question our whole case if there's no bruising or laceration there. We should do everything we can to avoid compromising our credibility. May I inspect your vagina, miss? I know that this is very unusual, but it has to be done." "What if I can't show you bruises there?" "Then there's a good chance the rape charge won't stick, and your whole story of last night's events becomes open to question. I hate to say it, but the DA may look closely at your role in last night's events. Now, may I please examine your vagina?" "Uh...sure." Sally knew damn good and well there were no bruises on her pussy. Frank had bent over backwards to be gentle. She was in trouble. Sally sat in the chair the detectve had gotten up from, and spread her knees over the arms, resting her ass on the edge of the seat. She closed her eyes and trembled. She was really embarassed now. This wasn't a strip tease show now. Detective Murphy got on his knees in front of her, his face close to her , and touched her pussy hair. Sally jerked. "Please miss, I need to find these bruises. I'll be done in a moment." He brushed her hair aside roughly and moved it around looking for the bruises. His hands moved away, and she could feel his head moving around. She was mortified, and kept her eyes closed tight. They flew open at the sound of a zipper, but the detective's hands grabbed her and held her tight. He thrust into her, missing several times, and finally found her entrance. It helped that she was still wet from the excitement she's felt as she teased him with her make-believe rape tale, but Murphy's cock was larger, at least seven inches, and thicker. She felt tearing in her cunt and screamed out. He was in her at last, filling her like never before. He thrust hard, not considering her feeling. The pain subsided slowly, and she began to thrust back onto him as the pleasure mounted, squeezing her pussy and moving with him to orgasm. She wrapped her legs around him and held him tight as her spasms over came her. He kept stroking into her, and finally erupted in his own shattering orgasm. He squeezed her breasts and roughly bit her nipples. Letting her hands go, he carefully pulled out, holding the edge of the condom tightly to avoid spilling a drop. He stuck his dick in his pants, condom and all, and zipped up. The detective stood up. "Now you have bruises, Miss Blair. If you really want to railroad that creep into prison, go to a different hospital and fill out a "Jane Doe" rape complaint. I cover all the rapes in the city, and I'll make sure the right photos are used to prosecute him. If you claim I did this, or fail to provide me with those photos, I'll start working to corroborate his story of how you killed your mother. His story is the true one, and I can hang this murder on whichever one of you I want. You think it over." He walked to the door, and opened it. "That's one hell of a tight pussy you have there. I wouldn't mind coming to visit again. A friendly visit. Remember, you have something on me, and I have a handle on you. I think we can work things out for our mutual benefit. You need someone to show you the ropes before you get in real trouble. Give me a call. You have my card." He closed the door on the angry scared girl in the chair. The trial was over in five short months. Frank's attorney bargained for and he accepted, a sentence of twenty-five to thirty years, in exchange for escaping the death penalty, because Sally burst into tears on the witness stand. The sight of the beautiful blond child, her senior year in high-school shattered by a viscious rape and violent murder, had even the male jurors weeping. Frank couldn't remember bruising her pussy, but those photos were also damning. Frank never had a chance. Sally came to visit him a year later. She was radiant in her golden hair and her flower dress, a flash of color in the drab prison visiting room. She sat before him, seeing a broken man on the other side of the screen. His back was bent, his hands hung loosely, and his unkempt hair and unshaven face radiated despair. "Hi Frank. That was one hell of a fucking you gave me, I must say. Did you like the fucking I gave you?" "Huh?" Frank didn't move to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth. "Sure. What did you think? That your stupid speakers and droning voice would make me your love slave? You fucking idiot, you pissed me off, you did. I already hated you and mom. Mom's showing up early was fortunate, but I was planning on draggng the games out until she came home anyway. Did you know she'd made me the beneficiary of a two million dollar life insurance policy? Did you know that was tax free? And mom left her house to me in her will, not you. Too bad you couldn't sell the house and hire a good lawyer, wasn't it? That public defender acted like he'd never done a murder before. It was so funny. What did you think when I blocked your access to Mom's 401(k), too, pending the outcome of the trial? Did you know that was another quarter million in my pocket? "It didn't cost much to clean the blood up, you know. They just replaced the boards. Glad you didn't kill her on the rug. Well, I've got to go now. We're having a party on the deck. The detective that raped me to make the bruises that put you here is promising me a gang bang time. I always make sure I use that chair you sat in when giving one of my many boyfriends a blow job. Sometimes my girl friends lean back in that seat, too. Thanks for everything." Frank sat staring at where his beautiful step-daughter was, not moving to go back to his large homosexual cellmate. The shy little girl he'd fantasized about was gone. Sally's Reprogramming Frank stood and leaned forward, her calfs held together between his knees. He slowly licked up her vertebrae, and his hands slid under her belly and gently supported her drooping breasts. His thumbs sought and found her hard nipples. He gently rolled them in his fingers. Burying his face in the thick blonde hair at Sally's neck, Frank slowly slipped his cock between her legs, holding them together with his knees. He fucked her legs, letting the top of his cock brush her hot clit. Sally's moaning got louder, and she began to thrust her ass back into him. Her step-father held her young firm body with his elbows on her hips as his hands continued to massage those firm breasts. His lips found an ear lobe and suckedn it gently, careful to avoid pulling on her dangling earring. His cock continued its slow humping on her clit. Her dripping juices provided enough oil to make it pleasurable for both. Sally's movements became more frenzied, and with a jerk she pulled her waist free. She spread her legs and yelled, "fuck me dammit!" Frank pressed the head of his cock on her wet slit and thrust into her smooth opening with a steady stroke. When he was well started, Sally thrust back onto him hard, and began fucking wildly. Frank straightened up behind her and grasped her hips. Pulling her onto him, he set the pace. Sally was soon coming wildly again, her spasming cunt gasping at his hard cock. Sally soon relaxed, passively accepting her step-father's rhythmic thrusts into her young pussy. She put her head down on her pillow, her hips rolling forward, lifting her pussy up for even better access to Franks' increasingly hard thrusts. Frank looked down at this hot eighteen year old body, trying to believe that he wasn't dreaming that his forty five year old cock was really thrusting into her tight pussy. Her ass padded his every thrust and his balls smacked into her legs. Frank's hands massaged and memorized the smooth young flesh on her hips as he stroked. He didn't want it to end. He looked around the room, still decorated with stuffed animals and teen idol posters. He was fucking her in her teenage bedroom. Hell, she was still in high-school. He snatched a teddy bear off the bed and stroked it down her back and over her ass. Sally moaned in pleasure. This was incredible, for both of them. Frank looked down at the woman he was fucking, knowing that this was real, knowing she would never be a "girl" again, and he felt his balls tighten against him. Feeling his cock tighten up with the familiar preliminaries, Frank tossed the teddy bear aside and pulled out of her tight pussy. He slid his cock along the crack of her ass, and shot an incredible orgasm, the cum arching over her back and splattering in her honey brown hair. Each stroke caused an intense pleasure of contraction, shooting a line of white cum on her tanned back, her beautiful blonde hair made even more lovely with his white spunk. He yelled his pleasure into the air. Frank rolled onto the bed next to his step-daughter/lover. "Ah, I haven't made love like that in a decade. You make me feel your age." He held her close, rubbing his hands in the cum on her back and smearing it all over. She kissed him, and they laid back on the bed. "Frank? Daddy? Can I ask you something?" "Oh, yes. Anything you want." "Can we take those speakers off my bed now? They've been keeping me awake since you put them in weeks ago."