Summary: mind control, incest, ff
An entrepreneur retires and moves in
with his daughter's family. Using a corporation he helped set up, he begins
having her friends mind-trained and having flagrant sex with them. Then he
sets his eyes on her ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Live well!
"Hurry up, lad," Grant called to Davy upstairs.
"Daddy, I still don't like this. He has his finals tomorrow."
"It's just one final, Daffy. He exempted himself out of the others with those fantastic grades of his. A true Blaine, he is."
"That doesn't change the fact that he has a final tomorrow."
"He's studied for two weeks. Any more studying tonight won't help. He'll ace it. Trust me. I just want to reward him for the classes he got A's in and promise him a present when he aces the one he *does* have to take."
"Ready, Grandpa," David said, coming down the stairs two at a time.
"Great! We'll see you later tonight, Daffy." He winked at her. "Now, you be a good girl and don't do anything naughty while we're gone."
"Don't worry about me. Just don't *you* get *him* into trouble, Daddy."
"Yes, ma'am," Grant grinned, leading David out the door.
Daphne watched them drive off, then sat down to watch some television. Lately, she was having difficulty keeping her attention focussed enough for reading. Watching TV was something she could do mindlessly. In fact, she soon drifted off to sleep on the sofa, until she was awakened by the doorbell.
Shaking her head to clear the sleep out of it, she walked over to answer the door.
Amy smiled at her. "Hi!" she said, stepping inside with two full paper bags. "I've been shopping, and you just wait until you see what I bought! Come on, let's go up to the bedroom, and I'll try them on for you."
Daphne fixed them two colas while Amy went up to begin changing. "I brought you up a soda," she called into the master bedroom's adjacent bathroom as she sat on the bed.
"Good. I'll be right out," Amy called back.
Daphne became more depressed as she drank from her soda. Amy seemed to have her life all together. She, on the other hand, hadn't even slept with her husband in weeks.
"How do you like it?" Amy asked, stepping out. She had on a sheer, powder blue nightie and similar panties. "What do you think?" she asked, spinning around.
"You look ... you look ... wonderful." She brought her hands up to cover her face.
"Daphne, what's wrong?" Amy asked, stepping up to her and setting a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't ... I don't know, Amy. My life just seems ... I just don't know."
"Easy, easy," she soothed, sitting down beside Daphne and pulling her head to her breast. "It's okay. Everything is going to be just fine."
"But I -- it's just so hard to --"
"Huussshhh." She rocked Daphne's cheek back and forth across her breast. "Hush, baby. It's all going to work out fine."
"Do you think?"
"Yes, yes, now hush."
Daphne wrapped her arms around her friend and let herself be held for a while. Maybe everything would work out. Maybe she was just in the dark before dawn. Maybe.
She was starting to actually feel better when she suddenly became aware how erect Amy's nipples were -- they were poking out through the sheer material better than a quarter inch. "Uhm," Daphne said, pulling herself away. "Thank you. I *do* feel better."
"That's my baby," Amy said, brushing a strand of hair back out of Daphne's face. Daphne glanced down and could see Amy's nipples poking out the sheer fabric of the nightie.
"Hey, I got you a gift!" Amy said.
"Really?"
"Here," she said, pushing the other paper bag to Daphne.
Daphne opened it up and pulled out another blue nightie. "This -- this is the same as yours."
"Yeah, I thought you'd look good in it. You can be my little pet," she chuckled.
"I don't ...."
"Oh, go try it on. Or you'll hurt my feelings."
"I ... uhm ...."
"Go on!"
"O-okay." She took the bag with her to the bathroom.
"How's the old *fart* doing?" Amy asked from the bedroom.
Daphne sighed. "Daddy is getting worse. He's more arrogant than ever. I -- hey, there's no panties with this nightie."
"I know. I didn't think you'd need them." Daphne looked up to see Amy standing in the bathroom doorway, the door pushed open. "We *are* old friends, after all. Wow, do you look cute in that nightie!"
"Thank ... thank you."
Amy could see Daphne's pussy clearly through the fabric. "Hey, you forgot your high heels."
"Oh, you're right." Daphne bent over to put them on, but immediately felt Amy's gaze on her ass. She looked over her shoulder, and, sure enough, her friend was staring at her behind.
Amy realized she was caught and moved her gaze to meet Daphne's eyes, then grinned. "You have a cute butt, girlfriend! I can see why you get your way with men all the time."
Daphne blushed bright red and sat on the toilet seat to finish putting her shoes on.
Amy led her back to the bedroom and goosed her on the rear. "Yessir, a bitchin' little ass."
"Uhm, Amy, I --"
"You just sit down on the bed there and relax. I know you're feeling depressed, and Amy is going to take good care of her little Daffy."
"Amy --"
"Ssshhh." She walked around behind Daphne, then began massaging her shoulders. "Doesn't this feel good?"
"Yes, but --"
"No buts. You just relax. Tonight is your night."
The massage did feel good. Daphne shut her eyes and felt the tension start to release out of her shoulders. Amy removed her hands from Daphne's shoulders for a moment, but then put them back and continued the massage.
"Mmmmmm, you're right. That *does* feel good."
"I knew it would. I know just how to make you feel good."
"You sure do. In fact --" Daphne opened her eyes and looked around to speak to her friend, but gasped. "Amy! Where's your nightie?! You -- you're naked!"
"Just my boobs. I still have my panties on. See?"
"You can't -- this isn't --"
Amy shut her up with a kiss.
Daphne broke away and jumped up, snatching a carrot from the bowl on the nightstand and sticking it into her mouth. She stood there stiffly, her eyes wide. After a moment, she pulled the carrot back out. "This isn't -- we can't --"
"Easy, darling. I'm going easy with you, aren't I? Why, I didn't even stick my tongue in your mouth just now."
Daphne's eyes grew wider, then she stuck the carrot back in her mouth and began running her tongue around it furiously.
"There, there," Amy said, walking around to her. "Everything's going to be all right. Just leave everything up to Amy-dear."
She put her hands on Daphne's shoulders, and Daphne allowed herself to be pushed back down to sit on the bed.
"Now you just lean back," Amy said, pushing Daphne into a reclining position. "There, comfy?"
Daphne just stared at her, tonguing her carrot.
"Now, I'm going to take this," Amy said, pulling the carrot out of Daphne's mouth.
"Wait--"
"And I'm going to show you something much better to do with it."
"But--"
"Hush. Lie still. Now slide this leg over here. And, there," she said, running the carrot along the insides of Daphne's thighs. "I'm glad you're pantiless. You have a pretty little pussy."
"Amy, please!"
"Mmmmmm, and this will feel real good." She ran the tip of the carrot up Daphne's gash.
"Oh!"
"Yeah, Amy will take care of her little Daffy."
"Oh!"
"And then ...." She slowly pushed the carrot into Daphne's cunt.
"Ah ... oh ... ah ...."
"And out again."
"Ohsweetgeez ... fuck ... oh! ...."
"And in ...."
"Aaaaahhhh! OH! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Daphne squeezed her legs together and began crying out in orgasm.
"Wow!" Amy said when Daphne subsided a little. "That was quick. How long have you been without?"
"I ... uhm ... there's been a lot of work at Clark's office," she said, her whole body blushing red again.
Amy pulled the carrot out of Daphne's pussy and stuck the glistening end into her own mouth. "Mmmmm, you've got sweet juices. Want to taste?"
Daphne openend her mouth. Amy touched Daphne's tongue with the tip of the carrot, and Daphne wrapped her lips around the vegetable and sucked.
Amy smiled and pulled it out of her mouth.
"I love you," Daphne sighed.
"And I love my little Daffy-Bear. Now you need to use those lips for something more productive than a carrot tip," she said, spreading her knees apart.