11 comments/ 225717 views/ 15 favorites Controlling Nicola Ch. 01 By: SexKittn (I’ve included both Parts I & II here, however the first is mostly background info. Part II is where the story gets interesting and can be read on its own.) ***Part I*** It was nearly 11 pm, and Gary had been working on the accounting program for almost sixteen hours straight now, stopping only to go to the toilet or run down to the 7/11 for more chips and coke. Such was his life, pretty average for a programmer, working for long stretches until they reach a mental block, then resting for a few days. Initially he'd chosen this line of work for no reason other than choosing his own hours, and by the time he realised that when his mind was whirring he had less control over his hours than people who work a 9 to 5 job, he already owned his own company, ProTek, and sometimes the torment he put himself through even paid off – while he himself had no need for a luxurious house, his wife, astonishingly, was satisfied with the alimony she was receiving from him. He had two sons and a daughter, all at various colleges around the state, so most of the time it was just Gary and Callie, the 10 year old cat the kids had always wanted, but was suddenly too much of a burden for any of them when it came time to move out. Gary wasn't particularly fond of animals, but for a man who rarely felt a need to leave the house, the feline's presence would sometimes be some comfort to him, perhaps a justification for the occasions he talked to himself, which were not rare at all. So now, after working what to most people would be a double shift, Gary stopped. He felt the usual daze as he closed the various applications he'd been using, saving documents in folders without thinking too much, and opened up his email. The only people who ever had anything to say to him were his clients, who were "just wondering how the program was going". To these he replied with the same generic responses he had been giving for years, substituting the technical jargon to fit the current project, maybe even making up a term or more, for spice, as if anyone would dare argue with a programmer who had 15 years of experience behind him. Tonight, however, there was something else. Aside from the usual spam, there was one that caught his eye. "LOSE WEIGHT THROUGH MIND CONTROL". There was an attachment with it, but first he read the text within the body of the email. "Finding it hard to lose weight? Well now you can! Throw out those diet pills and low fat milk! Go down as many sizes as you like in no time! How? Through self-hypnosis! Just 10 minutes a day and this effective program will have you at the weight you want to be. No pain, no sweat, no starvation, just the guarantee of a great body! With this email you'll find a trial of our program. Use it FREE for 30 days. So what are waiting for? You have nothing to lose... but your weight!" It was rather tacky, but Gary had always been fascinated with the idea of mind control, after a life of being told what to do by his parents, his wife, and lately his children too, when they bothered to visit him. Even Callie had a way of coaxing him into letting her sit in his lap, as much as this interfered with his work. "What have you got to lose?" he repeated to himself, scanning the attachment for viruses. On opening it, the screen went black and little grey words printed themselves in front of him. It wasn’t nearly as advanced as he’d expected; it simply asked you to put in your current weight, and your desired weight, and then hit start. For the hell of it, he put down a ridiculously low weight in the latter category, and then clicked on the button. Immediately there was a swirling of the primary colours, fading in and out, this way and that, a lot like a lava lamp 100 times faster, accompanied by a low burring sound from the speakers. Ten minutes later, it stopped. The program flashed "THANK YOU" for a few seconds and then quit out of itself. Gary looked down at himself, half expecting something to have changed. Chuckling, and feeling like a bit of an idiot, he started up a porno film on his computer, jerked off, and then went to bed. Gary woke up very early the next morning, which was very unusual for him since his wife and the kids had gone. In fact, it wasn't even fully light yet. After a quick shower, he decided he may as well go straight to programming, seeing as there wasn't much else to do so early in the day. 18 solid hours later, though not tired, he decided he needed some rest. First we went to fill Callie's bowl, and the cat purred around his ankles as he did so. This reminded him of the hypnotic weight loss so he watched that again. This went on for a week, and yet Gary felt no different, but then again, he'd never taken much notice of his body until now. He went to the bathroom scales, trying to remember what he had weighed before this had started, but had no idea. In any case, he noted the weight and went to sleep shortly after that. Three days later, hopping back on the scales, he almost fell over with fright. "Holy shit, I've lost 10 kilos!" he yelled, and then looked down at Callie, who became quite frightened of the look in Gary's eyes and bounded off. He immediately went to the computer and opened the program, this time changing his desired weight to 20 kilos more than his current one, and concentrated for the whole ten minutes as if his life depended on it, which it most definitely did, as he had not been at all plump to begin with, maybe 80 kilos if he had bothered to weigh himself before the almost fatal experience. Right when it was over, he felt so hungry he almost doubled up with the pain, and realised quite suddenly that he had not eaten since the first time he had hypnotised himself. Limping to the kitchen, he grabbed a jar of jam and began spooning it into his mouth with his fingers as fast as he could swallow, knowing sugary things would relieve him of his hunger pangs the quickest, and when that was empty he unscrewed a tube of condensed milk and began oozing that down his throat as well. Though his stomach still ached and rumbled, he ran to the phone and called Pizza Hut. "Two family size pizzas! Any kind! Bring them within 15 minutes and I'll give you another $50!" The delivery man was there in 10, greeted with a grunt by a man in pyjamas who grabbed the pizzas, threw two $50's at him and slammed the door. Still, it had been the best delivery for the young guy all day. Not caring what kind of pizzas they were, they were both gone in a matter of minutes. He was still hungry, and then he realised it was the program, that would not let him stop eating until he had reached the desired weight. He rushed back to the computer, cursing as he went, and made the adjustment. Ten minutes later, he felt pleasantly full. He understood that if he didn't want to kill himself, he would have to do this day by day. No longer in a panic, he was so angry at the program he would smash it if he could, but his dependence was such that he didn't even delete it from his computer. Instead, he hacked it, primarily so he wouldn't have to pay for it once the trial period was over (like he was going to PAY those bastards for the torment he'd been through) but also to see what exactly made it tick. After some toying, he found that subliminal messages were shown with the swirls, and also in the accompanying sounds, which was what he had suspected, but that such a program would be so effective was hard for him to believe. Gary was so impressed with what he saw, he was ready to fly up to wherever the maker was and shake his hand, but then he recalled the misery he'd been put through and decided against it. Other than that, he was afraid of what a person with that kind of programming ability could do to him, even in person. And now it was time to experiment. Since Gary only ever associated with his clients, which was rare and, to say the least, unpleasant, the only place a geek like him could go to find a subject was, of course, the internet. It was quite late at this time, and since it was a Saturday night, the only channel that seemed to have any active chatters was called #living_dead which was filled with people who appeared to be completely different from each other in every way - one guy was looking for sex, another was talking to no one in particular about death, and another was going on and on about the merits of living a Christian life. Then there were the usual "trawlers" - men and women of varying ages from all over the country, stating their age, sex and location, simply looking for someone to chat with. He watched on for a while, noting most of these trawlers were male, and the ones claiming to be female you could tell were not as if they were standing right in front of you in drag. Finally, he found one he liked. Nicola_18 was saying, 'Bored on a Saturday night, looking for friendly chat with someone interesting.' He left the channel and changed his nickname from the usual Lonely_Daddy to Lonely_Boy, then sent her a message that simply said, 'Hi.' They talked for a while about music and movies, nothing too exciting, since Gary wasn't quite sure what people her age talked about so just followed her lead, trying to answer like his youngest son, Alec, might. Suddenly she asked him what his name was and, since he'd been pretending to be him for so far, he simply said, “Alec.” Nicola told him she really liked that name, and Gary inwardly prided himself at having chosen it, the only name of any of his kids in regards to whom he'd been permitted any input by his wife who, on the day, had reluctantly admitted she liked the name too. Of course, in the greater scheme of things, Gary's small triumph had been of very little significance. When she asked him for a photo, he sent him one of Alec, who looked disturbingly unlike Gary, and in fact rather handsome, with dirty blonde hair that was a bit long, a lovely tan and killer smile. The only part of him that looked at all like Gary were his deep blue eyes which, unlike his father, were not made to look like they bulged right out of his head due to the thick glasses he wore. In fact, that particular shot of Alec looked like a picture that comes with a photo frame. The one she sent in return almost had Gary falling out of his seat! In it she was leaning against a palm tree, the camera having taken a shot of her from the side as she looked down at her feet in the sand, a bit sad looking with some of her thick auburn hair hanging over her face, but still a knock-out in a tiny little halter neck dress. Gary told her she looked stunning in it, to which she replied that it had been taken professionally, and she didn't really look that great, though he refused to believe anyone who looked so goddamn sexy could ever look plain, and never mind who took the photo. However, he didn't say anything to that, hoping to bring out her insecurities so she would be more vulnerable and willing to participate in the scheme he had planned. Being the depressed teenager that she was, combined with the feeling of anonymity in cyberspace, she had no problem at all telling him her life story as if they had been friends since childhood. Apparently she was in her first year of college, doing well, if only because she had nothing better to do in her spare time than study. He asked her why a lovely girl like herself wasn't out partying on a Saturday night and, as it turned out, her mother and sister had been killed in a car crash two years earlier, and since then her father never let his only daughter out of his sight, whenever he could help it. The only time they were separated was between the times he dropped her off at the college, until he picked her up from the gate in the afternoon. The rest of the time they were at home together, or if she did ever go out it was with him following closely behind, to the point where she gave up on shopping and lunches with friends completely. It actually depressed Gary that such a treasure was being kept from the world, though this, combined with the tragedy, helped him understand the reasons behind her father's over-protection. "So what do you do?" she asked, once again catching Gary off-guard, but since they weren't talking face to face, this time he gave himself a moment before replying. "I'm a programmer," he told her, a profession many 20-something's were taking up lately, since the IT boom he had rightfully predicted. It actually made him feel better about himself, having told this one truth. "Oh cool," she said. "You must know heaps about computers and stuff then. My dad got me this brand new one with all the thingameys, but I don't know how to use anything except the internet and check my mail." "Thingameys?" What was she on about? "Yeah you know, like, a scanner and webcam and stuff." Gary gulped. "Oh and a printer," she added. "I know how to use that though, to print out essays and stuff." Yeah, printer. Whatever. "How about I show you how to turn that webcam on?" Gary suggested. "I'd love to see what you look like right now. Nicola didn't really care either way and about half an hour later she'd given “Alec” enough information to find out what kind of webcam it was and he'd guided her through the steps of setting it up. Soon he could see her beautiful face in front of him, slightly pixelated, but still perfect in every way. He stared at her for a few minutes, not letting on that he could see her yet, and made it so his computer would save the image to his hard drive every 30 seconds. "It's a bit fuzzy," he lied. "Turn the second knob behind the lens to the left a bit." This actually caused the camera to zoom out a bit. This way he could see her lovely breasts too, which seemed to be bursting out of the little red tank top she was wearing. He didn't need to look down to know that his boxer shorts were tenting between his legs. "That's perfect," he typed to her. "You're lovely." He noticed her shift in her seat a bit, brushing her hair behind her head revealing her long creamy neck, trying to make herself look more presentable, which was completely unnecessary. "You're gorgeous," said Gary in an attempt to ease her feelings of apparent awkwardness. "Just keep doing whatever you were before, forget the camera's there. I don't want you feeling like you're under some sort of pressure just because of me." After slumping a little and scratching her cheek, she wrote back, "You can't see my tummy, can you?" "No," he fibbed once more, enjoying the momentarily clear image of her face and torso, noting her stomach, though not toned, was definitely flat. "What's wrong with your tummy?" "What ISN'T wrong with my tummy?" Her brow furrowed and she slumped a little more. "No girls seem to be happy with their bodies." This was Gary's attempt at cheering her up, proving he really didn't know anything about teenaged girls, as Nicola was about to point out. "Oh, what do you know, you're a boy. You just see us as fuck holes and you don't care what we look like or what we think of ourselves." "Now just wait a minute, I didn't mean it like that at all," he typed quickly, but Nicola had not finished. "We put on make-up, dye our hair, work out and eat like rabbits to please you pigs, but you don't even notice, you just want sex sex sex and that's the only thing that ever goes through your minds. So Alec, with all the girls I'm sure you ensnare, how many of their names do you remember?" That outburst had been completely unexpected and Gary could think of nothing to say that wouldn't provoke her more, which was the last thing he wanted. Of course he couldn't tell her he thought she was fat because that would be an outright lie, and she definitely didn't want to hear how beautiful she was, as those comments must have been something she had to "deal with" every day. There was only one wonderful way out of this. "I could help you tone your stomach," I said. "What, you're an aerobics instructor too?" she mocked. Gary was not finding it very easy to keep his temper, but he went on anyway. "No, I have a program, it'll make you slim." He quickly changed that to "slimmer" before pressing Enter. "Like an exercise program? No thanks, Daddy doesn't like me going to the gym, he's afraid I'll hurt myself." "No, it's a computer program. It'll make you lose the weight you want from where you want to." Of course when he said it, he had no idea whether he could actually alter the program to do that at all, but he was afraid if she left now he’d never see her again. "Oh you're kidding me, like I'm meant to believe that." "Okay be here the same time next week and I'll give it to you." Neither of them said anything more for a few moments, and Gary was afraid the unbelievable things he was saying had scared her off. He waited a bit longer, and eventually she said, "I bet you won't be here, but sure, not like I have anything better to do. Later, Lonely_Boy." That was the last thing she said before logging off, and with that the image went blank as she disconnected herself from the internet. Gary opened the folder where he'd stored the images of Nicola and had them play over and over as he masturbated. While they weren't revealing in any way like the pictures and movies in his vast porn collection, everything about her seemed to exude sexuality in a way he could hardly comprehend. In the past couple of years since the divorce, he could count the number of times he'd had sex on one hand, and even those times were hardly worth remembering. No, compared to staring at her beautiful figure there was nothing in the world worth getting turned on over, and more than anything he wanted her, all of her, mind body and soul. ***Part II*** Following a full week of work on his most important project - and this certainly did not involve accounting - Gary had altered the hypnotic weight loss program to his satisfaction. He had replaced 'current weight' and 'desired weight' with 'area of improvement' and 'desired result' respectively. These messages would still be broadcasted on a sub-conscious level to the user, but with it even stronger messages such as "Nicola belongs to Alec" and "When Alec commands, Nicola will obey" and also, for spice, "Nicola has no inhibitions around Alec". Though disappointed he would never hear her call him by his real name, but otherwise quite pleased with himself, Gary grabbed an unopened box of Kleenex and logged onto the chat program, then went straight into #living_dead to await her arrival. In the meantime, he chatted up some other girls, most of who hadn't gone out for the simple reason they were barely teenagers. The ones who were able to send him photos were all pretty plain and seemed pretty thick even for their ages and yet he felt compelled to go further with them, for no better reason other than that he could. But not tonight. Nicola joined the channel and looked at the list of names, scrolling down until she saw Lonely_Boy, whom she really hadn't expected to turn up, but the fact he was there and perhaps he was not pulling her leg got her excited. She was about to intiate a conversation but he beat her to it, asking how she was feeling. "A lot like Rapunzel would have felt," was her candid reply. Once again Gary wasn't sure what to say, so he got straight to the point and sent her the program. "The instructions are right there when you open it. If you still want to talk to me afterwards, I'll be here." "Alright," she said, and opened the program as soon as she had it. The instructions were quite simple, even for Nicola who hardly knew anything about any program that wasn't a word processor, and she had soon filled in the two fields with 'Abdomen' in the first and 'Needs to be flat" in the latter. The Start button sent her to a screen showing rather pleasing swirls in red blue and yellow, which merged into each other and disappeared, then grew and dissipated like unending globs of paint. A faint hum came from the speakers, a bit like static, but with something else, reminding her of a radio with the faintest possible reception. She quite happily stared at the screen for the full ten minutes, and actually felt a bit hollow when it was over. As it had already quit itself, she went straight back to her chat with Alec. Controlling Nicola Ch. 01 "That was weird," was the first thing she told him about the experience. "I do hope it will help you lose weight," said Gary, unsure how to check whether it had worked. "Hey, will you do something for me?" "Anything, Alec," was the instant reply. Gary was pleased. "Will you turn that webcam on for me again?" "Sure thing, hold on." A few minutes later, there he was staring at her beautiful body, and all she was wearing was a thin mesh black bra through which he could see her small pink nipples. His cock sprung to attention so he mindlessly pulled it out of his pants and began to stroke it, wishing he could reach through the monitor and touch those perfect breasts. "Nicola, do you realise you're almost naked and I'm watching you?" he asked. "Hmm, I am too," she typed, looking down. "Oh well." Gary was so excited, it had worked! Now he could get her to do anything, he was sure of it. Possibilities began racing through his head, but right now all he wanted was to see her cum. "How far is your bed from where you are now?" he asked. "Pretty close. Did you want me to masturbate in bed while you watch me?" She was talking like a little slut, completely uninhibited, and it was turning Gary on even more. "Oh would you, Nicola? Be a darling and turn the microphone on too." She stood up to adjust the webcam and turn on the microphone, and as she did so, her crotch came into view, barely covered by a matching mesh thong which held back a lovely brown bush of pubic hair. As she turned around, his jaw dropped at the sight of her firm, tanned ass, a thin black string between the two cheeks. He quickly reached over for some Kleenex and had come before Nicola had even reached the bed. Propping herself up on oyster coloured silk pillows, she tilted her head back and let her hair spill behind them, then spread her legs as wide as the double bed would allow, bent slightly at the knees. One hand reached down and rubbed her private part over the thin material, while the other she used to pluck her breasts out of her bra so they hung over the wire frame and she fondled one, then the other, pinching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Gary turned the volume up as high as it could go, until the room and probably the rest of the house was filled with the sweet sounds of the sensuous teenager pleasuring herself. He timed his strokes to hers, following her writhing body intently with his eyes, to the point he thought he could smell the juices which by the sounds she was making, had to be flowing out of her young pussy right then. She was panting quite heavily by now, but suddenly she stopped and pulled her hand away from her crotch. Gary paused himself, holding his second hard-on for the night loosely in his fist. “Oh don’t stop now baby,” he groaned, even though he had no microphone of his own plugged in. Then, Nicola reached down the side of the bed and slid her hand between the two mattresses, pulling out a long silver object. Gary zoomed in on the picture and saw what appeared to be a cigar case which, after pulling her g-string aside, the teenager began to slide into her glistening cunt. She turned on the bed and propped her knees up high to give her audience of one a perfect view of her dripping twat as it willingly accepted the shiny cylinder. While it was just a standard cigar case, neither thick nor particularly long, her inner lips seemed to wrap around it tightly and it wasn’t without some effort that she sunk it deep into her gaping hole, driving it in and out with one hand as the other now rubbed her clit vigorously. Her breathing became more and more rapid and the motions of the makeshift dildo were now no more than a pixelated blur and both rooms filled with the sounds of her imminent climax. Gary lunged for the tissues again and came just in time to see Nicola clench her thighs together and shake for a few moments as her orgasm washed over her. Even though the picture was not very clear, there were no two ways about the dark spot on the bed between her legs. When Nicola finally removed the cigar case out of her sopping cunt, she did not change her position and he saw her glistening with sweat and juices, and as she tightened her vaginal muscles, small white gobs dribbled out and down her crack. Gary watched as the college slut he now owned took the cylinder, slick with her cum, and dangled it just above her mouth with her tongue out. She stopped just for a moment to prop herself higher on the bed, smiled cheekily at the webcam, and then started to lick the tip lightly with her tongue in quick, spaced out lashes. Gary was hard again; however after having cum just recently, he was in no hurry. Nicola’s teasing was heaven for him and all he could thing about was how one day it would be his own, fleshy cylinder dangling above those sensuous lips. Soon, she was alternating between sucking the end lightly and licking the length of the cigar case, levering herself up and down as if it were attached to some invisible point in the air above her head. All the while, she pinched and pulled at her ample breasts, sometimes mashing them together and bringing them towards her chin to suck on her nipples before hurriedly returning to work on the small, metal cock she was in charge of pleasuring. As she finally slid it down her throat, licking and slurping as it went; Gary was once again getting very close to cumming but didn’t dare turn for a second to grab a tissue and without thinking too much, kicked his pants in front of his feet. Though not particularly large, it was evident the cigar case had gone past the back of Nicola’s throat as she paused to gag, but did not withdraw. As the end slipped past her lips out of view and she sucked lightly on her fingertips, Gary felt he should be concerned her toy might slip down her throat and she’d choke, but to his surprise it excited him even more; not so much because he wanted to see her hurt, but because she was putting herself at risk to pleasure herself and not only that but she was doing it for his benefit. The mini-cock had to be well and truly down past her tonsils now since she had her lips wrapped obscenely around the second knuckles of the hand gripping it and her throat spasmed rhythmically. Gary was going crazy and started to speed up the stroking of his own rod, wondering whether he’d be able to cum again even if he wanted to. Suddenly, Nicola lowered herself until the cylinder was completely separate from her lips and let the hand holding it fall gently to the bed, while the other removed itself from her tits and down to her lovely, pink pussy lips, now even more drenched in her juices than before. She rubbed her little nub furiously for several minutes, panting and moaning, her back arcing to meet unseen thrusts, hips moving every which way causing her pert breasts to jiggle. Gary watched as his sexy wriggling teen lifted her firm buttocks off the bed, cupped her hole with the palm of her hand and began to buck wildly as she groaned, “I’m cumming!” Gary’s cock was stiff to the point of aching, but despite the stimulus, simply didn’t have it in him. Or so he thought. Almost without warning, Nicola’s slender fingers which had been until now only lightly skimming over her anus as she’d rubbed her clit, were blatantly rubbing the puckered hole and smearing it with her cum. Once it was completely slick she let her forefinger slide slowly inside to the first knuckle. There was no resistance yet which gave her more confidence and a second knuckle began to disappear up her tightest passage, but then it was obvious she’d involuntarily clenched her sphincter and instinctively tried to pull the finger out, but the muscles clung to the digit tightly. Gary, still stroking himself at an even pace, chuckled to himself and said to no one in particular, “Little anal whore got a bit excited didn’t she? Nothing will get in there unless you’re completely relaxed. Except of course my hard cock when I finally take you up the shithole and make you completely mine.” He was getting even more excited just thinking about that moment he was sure would come one day, when to his disappointment she pulled her finger out completely, seemingly haven given up. “You filthy fucking slut!” Gary screamed at the image on his computer as she got up on her knees, leaned towards the camera as much as she could, her one hand with the makeshift dildo still in it, while the other she’d brought to her mouth and was greedily sucking off the combination of her sweat and cum, but focused especially on the finger she’d just inserted up her dirty anus. He could hear her sucking at it and making groaning sounds as if she were enjoying the taste of her own ass, all the while staring at the eye of the webcam innocently as if she were eating a lollipop. Just when he thought he’d seen the best of it, the pretty thing turned and knelt on all fours on the bed, legs spread a few inches a part and hot little butt raised in the air and removed her flimsy g-string so that both her dripping holes were fully exposed. Hoping fervently, but still disbelieving, Gary watched as Nicola brought the cigar case to her cunt lips from behind, rubbing the entire shaft until it was covered in her never ending sea of wetness. It must have touched her clit a few times because once or twice the tip disappeared out of view and she’d groan even louder and jolt slightly. Once the cylinder was practically dripping with her juices, she appeared to literally shovel more on and around her forbidden hole until it too was entirely drenched. He’d expected her to take this very slowly, after her uncomfortable experience from a few minutes before, but almost within seconds the tip had found its way to the entrance of her sweet little anus. Relaxing completely, Nicola then pushed about two inches of metal right up her tightest hole and despite all her efforts her sphincter clenched the foreign object and she groaned, in pain this time. Apparently there was no stopping now, and once the pain had subsided she pushed the remaining few inches of the shaft deep inside her rectum and as her anus closed around it and it disappeared, Gary came instantly. There wasn’t much cum but it still shot up high and landed all over his lap and shirt. So much for the pants. While they were both separately soaking in the bliss of Nicola’s accomplishment, there was a knock on her bedroom door. “Hun, are you awake?” asked her father. Hardly bothering to mask her shortness of breath she said, “Yes, ah, hold on, Daddy.” Gary heard the entire conversation loud and clear and his softening cock was already springing to attention again. The sight of such a sexy young girl with her ass stuffed and talking to her “Daddy” was more than he could resist, as much as he wasn’t looking forward to another painful erection. He noticed that she didn’t take the cigar case out as she stood up and went to the closet, out of Gary’s view, and hurriedly grabbed a little piece of white material that turned out to be an impossibly short, partly sheer teddy. As she turned to the door which was only a couple of steps away, he could see the start of her ass peeking out from under where the hem ended abruptly. Gary wondered what kind of relationship she really had with her father that she was prepared to meet him dressed hardly at all, or whether it was just the hypnotism doing its thing. After all, she’d never been instructed to be uninhibited about her behaviour around just anyone, but then she must have simply been aware he was watching her so technically the rule applied. Nicola opened the door a crack, still partly behind it, though giving the impression she was doing it to tease rather than out of embarrassment. Gary saw her smiling father peer into the room, then as the door opened wider and he saw his little girl wearing next to nothing, the smile froze on his face as if he wasn’t sure what his next reaction should be. Eventually he said, “Oh sorry dear, I didn’t realise you were going to bed. I was just going to ask if you wanted to come watch a DVD with me.” Gary actually found himself hoping she’d agree: he felt his organ would never function again if he was “forced” to witness another performance. “Sure,” she said. An old programmer in another state sighed with relief. “What movie were you thinking of?” The nymph leaned on the door and as Gary saw her dress ride up slightly from behind, he imagined the front was doing the same and she was actually – or very nearly close to – exposing herself to her own father. After a noticeable pause, her father finally said, “Your pick honey. Why don’t you put on a dressing gown and join me downstairs?” “Okay, Daddy,” said Nicola, drawing out the last word just the tiniest bit longer than she should have. He smiled again hesitantly, then turned and shut the door behind him and walked off. As Nicola walked towards the computer, Gary noticed her walking a bit awkwardly but she didn’t seem too uncomfortable and he wondered whether she’d taken the cigar case out of her ass as she was out of view getting dressed. He didn’t wonder for long. The scantily clad teen turned to the camera and stared straight into it, only a couple of feet away, grinning mischievously. She then turned around and bent over, exposing her ass to it as she did. Gary actually felt a little bit let down to find a perfectly normal asshole with nothing in it at all. But then Nicola opened her legs and spread her butt cheeks wide with both hands. He stared closely. And as he stared she pushed, groaning with the effort. Suddenly, her little pucker dilated and he saw the gleam of metal just inside her anal ring. Another few pushes and the slightly narrowed tip was poking out slightly, then when she was sure Gary had seen the evidence, the now stretched asshole clenched and sucked the shaft right back up into her rectum. “See you later, Alec,” she whispered, but loud enough for him to hear, and without turning back to the webcam Nicola grabbed her dressing gown off the hook on the door and walked out. Controlling Nicola Ch. 02 Though Nicola was aware she was sitting on the same couch as her father with a cigar case up her ass, it wasn’t until about half way into the movie that the full impact of what she’d done over the past couple of hours really hit her. There was no end to the inner conflict in her mind of how she’d humiliated herself before an almost complete stranger, and not only that but she’d enjoyed it tremendously and part of her even wished Alec would still be there when the movie was over. In fact, she already had some pretty filthy ideas lined up for her next “show”. Strangely, Nicola actually felt comfortable with the forbidden fantasies about Alec and what was almost a need to expose herself to him, both physically and emotionally; but then simultaneously there was an overwhelming sense of shame over having flaunted her pussy to her father only an hour earlier. She tried convincing herself he genuinely hadn’t noticed the display, but there was no denying he’d gone very much out of his way to ignore his teenaged daughter’s lewd behaviour. At that point, even her best attempt at concentrating on the movie failed miserably. Her father was no better. He sat as far away from her as possible, but at the same time one hand rested more or less in the middle of the couch, which was only a two and a half seater anyway, in the hope his daughter – in her constant squirming about – would come just a little bit closer so that he could touch her leg. Nicola was becoming more and more exposed as she turned about trying to get comfortable and the bare flesh of her thigh was painfully enticing. Since his wife’s death two years before, the only sexual activity he engaged in was a rare blowjob in his car at lunchtime by any whore he happened to see, which meant lots of exercising at the home gym to relieve tension. And then, here was this spitting image of his wife when he’d first met her, half naked beside him. He was almost positive she was a virgin, or at least hadn’t been sexually active since the tragic circumstances had caused him to become so protective of her. Not for the first time, Keith found himself wondering whether he really wanted to protect her, or did he, in his loneliness, want her for more selfish reasons? No, he assured himself, a father could never do that. Although, on nights when he lay in bed and could hear his daughter bringing herself to orgasm in the other room, it was all he could do to keep from going in there and finishing off the job himself. Even at that moment, by which point it only took a cursory glance to the side to know Nicola was not wearing any panties, the doting father somehow resisted pulling out his cock and fucking his daughter right there and then on the couch. Judging by the way she’d been acting that night, he doubted she’d even object. To his surprise, as soon as the movie was over, Nicola wished him good night and rushed somewhat awkwardly up to her room. Keith was not completely surprised to find the place she’d been sitting was soaked. He waited a few moments until his daughter’s bedroom door clicked shut, and ran two fingers across the moist material, then brought them up to his nose and inhaled the sweet smell of his little girl’s pussy. Yes, he said to himself, she wants me. After all, who else could it be, when I’m the only man in her life? Up in her room, Nicola was typing frantically in Gary’s chat window. “Oh Alec, I can’t believe I just did that!” “Did what?” asked Gary, preparing to be furious if it turned out that son of a bitch with the “loving parent” act had taken liberties with her. “I have a metal rod up my ass, Alec!” Gary could see her clearly on the webcam and she was almost in tears. “While sitting right next to my own father! And that’s not the end of it …” “Tell me what happened, Nicola,” he typed, trying to remain calm. “There’s nothing to tell. Except that he had a fucking hard-on the whole time.” Gary paused. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. By the sound of things, her father definitely wanted to screw her, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to convince his college slave to blow the guy’s brains out. Undeniably, Gary’s actions up until that point had been unscrupulous to say the least, and as much as he would have loved to see that teenaged pussy being pounded by her old man, having her do it more or less against her will was all kinds of wrong. He made a decision there and then that he would not influence her either way, and if she went for it, that would be a bonus. It was time for a change of topic. “Say,” typed Gary, “if that cigar case is so awful, how come you haven’t taken it out?” Nicola stared at the screen for a moment, brow furrowed, then, “It feels nice. When I’m with you, that is.” He smiled to himself, relieved the tension had passed. “Why don’t you go masturbate for me in bed?” he typed. “Then go to sleep, you have class in the morning. But don’t take the rod out until you wake up.” Nicola obediently got up, pointed the webcam at the bed, stripping as she walked towards it. Lying on her back with her knees close to her chest, he watched as she lightly fucked her pussy with the middle finger of one hand, while the other rubbed against her clit, first gently, then rapidly, while the rest of her body wriggled in all directions. Gary turned the volume up on the speakers and the room echoed with her panting and moaning. His cock, after a much needed two hour rest, was now back in action and as his teen slut’s groans turned to high-pitched squeals, he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his balls and quickly reached over to where the Kleenex was now strategically placed and grabbed a handful. He came only moments before Nicola and enjoyed watching all her limbs quiver, one finger rested deep inside her throbbing cunt. With the cigar case lodged comfortably inside her rectum, her virgin pussy felt even more full than she was used to. The intense orgasm was still subsiding when she fell into an exhausted sleep. Gary watched on for about half an hour, enjoying her heaving chest as she breathed, not to mention the view of her glistening cunt when her finger slipped out of it after a while. When she eventually turned over to lie on her side in a far less revealing position, he decided he should probably go to bed himself. The images were still being saved to his hard disk at regular intervals, so he wouldn’t miss a beat. There was very little change over the next few weeks. Nicola would continue to masturbate for Gary as they talked about all the things they would do to each other in real life, given the chance. To him it was purely fantasy, but to the lonely girl who hadn’t been on a proper date in years, nothing could be more real, and she found herself falling for the man who had freed her from years of pent up sexual frustration. Her father hadn’t tried anything, nor had she done anything to provoke him in that way since the first and only episode not long ago. In fact, Keith began to spend more and more time away from home. First, it would just be an hour or so in the evening when he abandoned the treadmill and went for a jog around the park. Then, when his daughter showed no desire whatsoever to leave the house, the nightly jogs would be accompanied by coffee at friends’ houses, grocery shops and occasional extended visits to the office to catch up on paperwork. Nicola just assumed he was avoiding her after her indecent behaviour, but then she didn’t care either, so long as Alec was around. “Alec”, in the meantime, was getting very little work done. He didn’t want to sacrifice time with his favourite girl, so the only time he had to do anything was when she was in class or sleeping, and even then he found it impossibly difficult to concentrate. He figured that since his work was regularly being interrupted by wanting to go through the saved images of her, it would be a good idea to simply set up one of the spare computers next to him and have them play constantly. Wrong. The clients breathed down his neck with increasingly pressuring e-mails and the occasional phone call as the deadline drew nearer. At that point, Gary didn’t even care if he lost the project, he was that absorbed with controlling Nicola. It wasn’t much longer before she was begging to hear his voice, however he’d never had a use for a microphone himself so didn’t own one. He somewhat reluctantly agreed to give her his phone number, unsure whether his voice would betray his true age. Gary didn’t have a particularly deep voice, and if Nicola did suspect anything, she never mentioned it. Another two weeks went by, and by some miracle, Gary completed the project. Not only that, but it was early, and he was rewarded with a hefty tax-free bonus, which meant his ex-wife didn’t have to know about it and therefore he could keep it all to himself. It also meant he wouldn’t have to take on another job straightaway, so that now most of his time was spent either watching Nicola on “film” or live, combined with frequent phone conversations. He also scanned more photos of his son, Alec, and as time passed it became almost natural to behave like a college aged boy around her. Since he hardly interacted with anyone else, Gary was even beginning to forget what it was like to be a scrawny, graying, middle-aged man. Suddenly one evening, Nicola announced her father was taking her out to a pub. Apparently he’d apologised for not having paid her much attention for so long, what with all the work he’d been doing, and how much more effort it took lately to keep in shape. Also, she’d never had a chance to go out drinking with friends and he knew he was to blame for that. Gary was disappointed, and also concerned a bond might redevelop between her father and herself and she’d probably spend more time away from the computer. Of course, he could have had her stay if he wanted to, but as a father himself, he knew how painful it was when your children didn’t want to spend time with you. At least he knew it was their mother’s brainwashing that made the kids disrespect him, whereas Keith would feel he had no one to blame but himself. Nicola said she wasn’t sure when they’d be back, so Gary turned the speakers right up and went into the living room to catch up on some television, which was, predictably, boring as ever, and he was soon sound asleep. A few hours later, he awoke to the muffled sounds of people speaking. It took a moment or two for it to register the voices were coming from the computer, and he sleepily got up and shuffled into the study. “Daddy, you’re drunk,” said Nicola, squirming on the bed under her father’s strong grip. He lay on top of her as she tried to push him away. He kissed her and pulled her top down exposing her breasts, grabbed them and mashed his lips against hers, then bent down and sucked on her nipples. It was obvious Nicola was drunk as well, and though aware of what was happening, felt weak to stop it. Within moments her skirt and top were off and her panties about her ankles, mary janes with a small heel still on her feet. Still begging him to stop, her head turned towards the webcam and there was a sudden realisation that Alec was watching her. With her father now between her legs, Nicola let herself go to the feelings that were overtaking her and began to rub her breasts as her father licked and sucked her virgin pussy. He played with her sparse, brown pubic hair, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers and on his nose as he lapped at her now soaking cunt. Gary watched on for a while until it dawned on him the only reason she wasn’t resisting her father was that she knew she was being watched, and with that came a feeling of freedom from society’s moral constraints, and suddenly it didn’t matter that her father’s head was between her thighs giving her pleasure like no man before, and like no parent should. She was moaning and writhing on the bed, urging him on. “Oh Daddy!” she groaned. “You made my pussy so wet. I can’t believe my own Daddy is making me feel so good!” She gripped his hair and pulled him closer so that his mouth was right on her hole tongue fucking her and his nose pressed hard against her clit. He lifted her closer, digging his fingers into her buttocks. "Oh baby," he said breathlessly, "I love how your tight little slit feels around my tongue." A thought passed through Gary’s mind to call the police, but he had no idea what he would say. Judging by the amount of Nicola’s cum on Keith’s face, there was no doubt she was consenting. Moreover, Gary was fairly certain that if questioned by police outside of his influence, she’d almost definitely figure out that something was very wrong and he might be caught out. There had to be some law forbidding computer programs that turned perfectly innocent college girls into cyber sluts. "Please stop, Daddy," begged Nicola, who by now was wild with lust. He was able to do things to her hot cunt that no toy or finger had done before – the feeling of his mouth sucking at her button had her screaming, “Daddy, make me cum!” Instead, he alternated between sucking and nibbling her clit, keeping her on the edge of orgasm but without letting her have it. The adrenalin rush of finally being able to touch his own daughter’s most private parts had sobered him up quite a bit and intended to use the promise of orgasm as a bargaining chip to see just how far she would go. When he pulled away slightly, Nicola looked down to see why he’d stopped. His face was covered with her juices and when he smiled at her, the sight of her cum in his teeth made her desperately want to kiss him. She leaned forward and they both got up so that he was kneeling and she sat with his leg clenched between her thighs, grinding it. Keith held her ass with one hand and one of her massive tits in the other, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, I love you, Daddy," she groaned as the sensation of him rubbing her breasts shot straight down to her cunt and she rode him in short movements, the dense hair on her father’s leg feeling even better on her hard clit. He teased her for a while, grinning and leaning back when Nicola tried to kiss him. After a few more tries, she giggled and locked her fingers behind his head, pulling him to her mouth. They shared a long, deep kiss as she fervently tried to scoop the cum out of her father’s mouth and into her own, enjoying her own taste. Still lip-locked, Keith took off his pants and boxers then sat down, his little girl’s tits pressed against his chest and hard cock poking against her stomach. When she felt that, Nicola looked down to see her father's thick man meat for the first time. Keith laughed at her shocked expression. “Do you want me to put that in your cunt?” he asked. “No way,” she said, thinking of the cigar case that was such a tight fit. “It would never get in anyway, and even if it did it would hurt like all hell!” “Oh, it’ll get in all right,” he chuckled. “But maybe if you suck me off I’ll save your pussy for another time.” He pushed her head down to his veiny cock, which she resisted, pleading with him to stop. Gary knew that now would be the time to call the authorities and put a stop to this, but his hard-on said otherwise. Watching the young, slender girl with her face just inches away from the huge piece of meat attached to a man almost three times her age was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen and he was dying to see her throat stuffed and gagging on her first blow job. Nicola’s nails scratched down her father’s thighs, trying to pull away, but he held her firmly by the hair. Keith was much stronger and her futile struggling only turned him on more. Fed up, he tossed her on her back, locking her head in place with his knees, one arm behind him holding her clawing hands. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, but he just told her to shut up and audibly slapped her cheek with his rod. "You're choking me," she cried, "please get off, I can't breathe!" "Come on," her father laughed evilly, "you didn't really think I would leave this room without fucking one of your holes, did you? Or maybe you'd rather I shove my dick up your tight virgin cunt?" He was already starting to get up when Nicola said, "No! Please, not that. I'll do it, but please, don't go near my pussy with that thing." Keith brought his massive tool to her lips. "Then you can start by licking it," he grinned. She hesitated a moment too long and he slapped her with it again, this time painfully across the mouth and nose. Nicola shut her eyes and turned her head away, but he quickly used his strong hand on her chin so that when she finally opened them, she was looking directly into his eyes. Beads of perspiration ran down his stubbly face and the mass of grayish black hair on his chest also glistened with sweat. From the corner of her eye, a drop of pre-cum threatened to fall on her cheek. Another manly hand reached behind the weakening girl's head and it was uncomfortably raised by him gripping her pony-tail. "Now," he commanded, "look me in the eye and kiss the tip, and if you disobey or bite, I'll shove the whole thing down your throat and use your mouth like a fuck-hole." There was no doubt in Nicola's mind that he would be more than happy to punish her in that way if she didn't do as she was told. She stared straight up at him, taking in his creased but rugged face, the look of uncontrolled lust in his piercing blue eyes and the smell of his eager cock hovering so close to her mouth. She leaned forward slightly and he felt her hot breath on the tip for a moment until she kissed it lightly, making it twitch. This caused the droplet of pre-cum to smear on her lips. "Taste it," he ordered. This time she did so without hesitation, partly out of fear but also curiosity. While not horrible, it was unpleasant, and she was positive that if he came in her mouth she would gag. "Do you like how your Daddy tastes?" "I do," she lied, swallowing hard several times to get rid of the foulness. "That's good, because without that you wouldn't be here today, my favourite little girl." The thought of that almost had her sobbing. Before she had the chance, Keith had placed his hairy balls on her chin. The smell of sweat was overpowering and she tried to hold her breath. "Suck on them, gently," he said, "this will be good practice for later." Only by taking a deep breath and holding it was Nicola able to complete this vile task. Since his cock obstructed her face anyway, she shut her eyes and pretended it was Alec's smooth nutsack she had in her mouth, as he'd confessed to shaving it. She sucked first one then the other, cleaning the sweat off with her tongue as she went, until the smell wasn't as noticeable and didn't interfere with her fantasy. "I love the way you suck my balls, sweetheart," her father moaned as his daughter bathed his balls in her saliva. He was afraid this would make him cum all over her face, which he was dying to do, but not yet. First he wanted to feel her throat strangling his cock. He considered she might report him, or even move out after this was over, and that this could be his only chance to do all the things he'd always wanted to do to her. It was unfortunate that she wouldn't reciprocate but it was too late to turn back now. Suddenly Nicola started coughing. Keith pulled back and looked at her, then let her up. "I've got your pubes at the back of my throat," she said, choking. He laughed and got off her. "Go rinse your mouth, then come back. Use warm water." He slapped her ass as she walked towards the en-suite. The sink was around the corner from the door so she didn't bother to shut it. Nicola turned the tap on and whilst waiting for the hot water, looked up in the mirror to see her eyes red and sparkling from the tears. There was a faint red mark across her cheek from where he'd slapped her with his cock. Controlling Nicola Ch. 02 She gargled for a few moments then spat and repeated, even though the pubic hair had gone, trying to stall for time. She then removed her elastic band, picked up a brush and began to comb her disheveled hair. Keith heard what she was doing and said, "Your hair's only going to get in the way. Why don't you put it up in two pigtails for me?" It had been a few minutes since Nicola had left and her father was getting impatient. "Come on, darling," he said, "I have something for you." Stepping reluctantly out of the bathroom, she paused to see her father sitting on the edge of the bed with his enormous cock in his lap, the bulbous purple head seemingly staring at her. Looking away quickly, her gaze fell upon the webcam and she instantly switched back to performer mode. Nicola smiled cheekily at her father, who grinned back. She walked slowly towards him wriggling her hips until she stood between his splayed legs. Her father gripped her buttocks and brought him close to her until her firm breasts hung over his face and took a nipple into his mouth. "I get so horny when you suck my tits, Daddy," she said, groaning. "I've had boys do it before but they never made me feel the way you do." Angry to hear that he was not the first to have enjoyed his daughter's breasts, he bit into her nipple. She gasped in pain, but her shuddering showed that she also enjoyed it. "So you like it when it hurts, do you?" said Keith, grabbing her other tit roughly. "You like a bit of this?" He spread her butt cheeks with his other hand and rubbed her anus which was wet with pussy juice that had dribbled down, and then planted his finger right up her backside. The unexpected intrusion caused Nicola to collapse forward on him, which gave him the opportunity to push further. She was soft and warm around his digit and very snug. He was in to the second knuckle of his forefinger and because of the dryness inside, the more she wriggled and tried to get away, the more it hurt, but still she was forced to grip him tightly. "Please stop!" she begged, trying to hold still to ease the pain. "I'll blow you, just take it out." "Oh, I know you will, my little puppet," he laughed. Gripping her around the waist with his other hand, he lay her down on her back on the bed, at the same time ruthlessly inserting the rest of his finger in her ass. This way, he was able to manipulate her into any position he wanted because she didn't dare move and cause him to twist any more than necessary inside her rectum. As it was, her sphincter was burning and trying to push out the intrusion, which only made it clench more. Her father had already worked out by then that if he wanted to he could have her consensually, but this was proving to be more fun. Keith now laid on top of her in a sixty-nine position, his cock on her face. "Guide my cock into your mouth," he instructed, "and the slower you do it, the more fingers I'm going to stuff up your shithole. Understand?" Without hesitating this time, Nicola took the huge knob into her mouth, but even as her father heard her muffled howl, he began to slide another finger into her butt beside the other one. As he expected, this caused her to take more of him into her and she was soon gagging. He turned to see her mouth stretched as wide as it could go, though she'd barely taken the head. She tried to lick and suck at him, hoping to coax the cum out of him quickly to stop the increasing discomfort. "What do you think you're doing stopping?" he said, brutally twisting two fingers inside her. He spread them into a V-shape and pulled them out slightly until her pink back hole gaped open. His daughter sobbed on his tool and convulsed as it hit the back of her throat. "Lift your legs up high in the air," he ordered. Once her asshole was presented to him better he said, "I love your little shithole. I could ram my dick up there right now." Frightened, Nicola tried to take more of his massive rod into her mouth, but it had hit her tonsils and wouldn't go any further. Even breathing through her nose was starting to be difficult, so she tried to suck him off but there was no room, and he actually seemed to be getting bigger. Keith continued to stretch open her anus until it was about an inch wide and looked inside the lovely moist hole, now red and sore from his manipulations. He then spat a thick gob of saliva right into it and immediately ploughed a third finger inside. As Nicola screamed on his man meat, he rose just enough so that it was aligned with her throat and began to shove the rest of his cock steadily down. He looked between her legs to see her chest heaving for air, face red and mouth impossibly wide. As three fingers twisted and turned in her rectum, Keith fucked his daughter's mouth mercilessly, her gagging throat muscles tight around his rod. His hairy, sweaty ass mashed against her face repeatedly. Nicola fought for breath at every opportunity and was close to passing out from pain as well as lack of air. He suddenly ripped his fingers from out of her ass and brought that hand to her neck. The feel of his meat sliding in and out of her throat blew him over the edge and he shot his load right down into her belly. Nicola blacked out. She awoke a few minutes later to find her father lying on his side next to her and something in her mouth. It took her a few moments to understand what was happening, and when she did she tried to get up or turn her head, but was far too sore and weak. Keith was feeding his daughter her own scum off his hand. While she'd tasted her ass before, having the slime fed to her was utterly humiliating. "Do it," he said forcefully, but still smiling. She began to lick his fingers, gagging on the foul taste, the convulsing of her freshly fucked throat only adding to the pain. When she was done, he brought his hand to her pussy and slid one moist finger inside while his thumb played with her clit. Even in her semi-conscious state, Nicola's as yet unfulfilled cunt responded and she hardened under his touch. He was being very gentle and tender and she felt the first signs of impending orgasm spread through her body like honey. She shut her eyes and groaned softly, clutching the sheets as she writhed on the bed. While she was lost in her own world of pleasure, Keith took the opportunity to climb on top of her and slid his daughter's toned legs apart. Still manipulating her pussy, he positioned his stiffening cock at the entrance to her pussy lips and slid the tip lightly up and down the lips. This excited Nicola even more and she thrust her hips forward onto what she thought was a finger, only to find something much larger slip past her inner labia. Her eyes opened to find his enormous rod between her thighs and made a half hearted attempt to pull away, but being so close to coming, she couldn't bring herself to move. "Your cunt is soaking, baby girl," said her father. "It's begging for me to make love to it. What do you think, sweetheart? Should I stick my meat into your dripping hole?" "No…" she said, groaning. "Oh? So you want me to stop then, do you?" he said, removing his fingers from her clit. "Please," she begged, "don't stop! Yes, fuck me Daddy, do whatever you want, just please, let me cum! I can't take it anymore!" Keith lifted her legs and rested them on his own so that he was perfectly positioned and went back to fingering her cunt. His cock continued to stroke the lips, invading her cunt almost imperceptibly until the entire head was inside and he felt her hymen, fully intact, as he'd hoped. He took some of her cum and coated his rod with it until it shone. Nicola was seconds away from orgasm and he quickened the pace as she squealed and panted in anticipation. "I'm coming!" she screamed, and at that exact moment her father thrust the entire length of his man meat right up her cunt. It took a moment for her to come down from her orgasm and then the horrible pain hit her and she howled and tried to get away, but Keith had both arms around her thighs and was pounding her mercilessly. She was still throbbing around his cock when she began to cry. "It hurts so much! Please get it out!" she begged, but her cries and the sight of the blood from her busted cherry mixed with her cum made him even more eager and he pumped in and out of her repeatedly until his nutsack was smacking her asshole with each thrust. The walls of her tight cunt squeezed him and he knew he wouldn't last very long. For what seemed like an eternity, he fucked his daughter savagely. The pain was worst when he bashed her cervix, but the rest was torture too. What had started off as the most pleasurable sexual experience of her life had turned into her worst nightmare. She was being raped by her father while her beloved Alec watched on and there was nothing she could do about it. Thinking about him helped block out the ache enough for her to be able to reduce the howling to a whimper. "This is for you," she said out loud, and began to return the painful thrusts, eyes fixed on the webcam. Hymenal blood coated Keith's shaft. Nicola was at least thankful for the lubrication it provided as she bounced up and down under her father, back arched to meet him. Each grinding of his pelvis on her clit helped ease her discomfort and soon both were on the edge of another orgasm. Keith desperately wanted to cum inside his daughter's virgin cunt, but if she's never been sexually active before then she probably wasn't on any kind of birth control. He waited for her to cum and pulled out. Nicola opened her eyes to find out why he'd stopped, just in time to see his first spurt land across her tits and stomach. He aimed at her face and laughed at her surprise as another shot flew straight into her eye. While temporarily blinded, another well aimed spurt landed on her lips. The final gobs dribbled down around her belly button. "Oh dear," grinned Keith, "I've wasted all this time working out at the gym when really I should have been doing target practice." The tone he used was fatherly and to Nicola it seemed like he was joking about her getting ice cream on her dress, instead of cum on her naked body. Still wiping the cum out of her eye, she laughed too, but at the absurdity of the situation, as opposed to her father, who seemed to be getting a kick out of her degradation. "There's a good girl," he said, in that same disconcerting tone. "Let's get you cleaned up." She was completely limp as he picked her up with both arms like a baby and took her to the bathroom. As they passed by the computer, Gary was able to see from up close what a state the girl was in. Nicola's hair was still up in two disheveled pigtails, strands of loose hair framing her cum coated face. There was more semen all over her scratched up breasts and her swollen nipples were still hard and very raw. He had never considered himself to have any nasty fetishes, but the blood spread all over her groin and thighs and on Keith's hands as he carried her away was exquisitely erotic, as if he had in his arms a virgin sacrifice. In the bathroom out of view, he heard the clapping of Nicola's shoes being taken off as they hit the tiled floor, then running water as the temperature of the shower was adjusted. She was slumped on the toilet lid, head against the cold porcelain cistern. Though conscious, she was completely spent and it took all her strength to keep from falling off. Keith picked the exhausted girl up and had her sit on the far side of the bath. He took the douche off the wall and checked the temperature again, then sprayed it between her splayed legs. Nicola wearily opened her eyes and looked down to see the blood being washed away. In her delirium, she was able to convince herself that she'd cut herself somehow and her father was helping with the wound. "Daddy?" she asked in a childlike tone of voice, "Why am I bleeding?" "It's just a little accident," said Keith, playing along. "There's nothing to worry about, my precious." "Okay, Daddy." She continued to be showered gently with warm water, until the bathroom was completely steamed up and she could hardly see and all the blood was washed away and there was nothing but the white fog and steady flow of water… Nicola woke some hours later in her bed on fresh sheets. For one blissful moment she thought it had all been a terrible dream, but as she tried to get up, her head throbbed with a hangover. Then, when she tried to stand, her knees nearly buckled and her groin ached, not to mention the stinging of her abused pussy as it pressed against her panties. As realization dawned, she also considered that he'd made her bed and dressed her in soft cotton underpants and flannel nightgown. It was one she hadn't worn in years and hadn't even realised she still owned, but was glad for the innocent fabric as opposed to the silk and lace numbers she normally wore to bed. The last thing Nicola wanted at that moment was to feel sexy. "I can't deal with this right now," she said to herself, and went back to sleep. Gary had also gone to bed, right after he had watched Keith change the bloodied sheets and dressed his sleeping, teenaged daughter as if she were a toddler. He had lovingly tucked her in and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. Everything was terribly, terribly wrong. It had been an eventful few hours. It was impossible to think. He would sort it out in the morning… When he woke up, Gary went to his computer, but Nicola wasn't in her room. He went to call her and found he had one missed call. Of course it was from her. He played the message she'd left, and then almost dropped the phone. Within moments he was dialing his son. "Alec," he said urgently, "there's someone on her way here, and I need your help. You have to come here, right away."