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Strange Love

1. Introduction

Strange Love, or, How I Learned to Love my Daughter.  (And her Friend.)

By Mr. Mumei

1. Introduction

This all started when I was coming home from work. I had been reading porno
stories on the Internet at work, and was busily fantasizing as I drove along. I
had been reading stories about rape and torture. I was discovering things about
myself that I had never known before. I was surprised to discover that the idea
of the rape of attractive women truly excited me. This scared me and fascinated
me at the same time. Over the months that I had been reading about these things,
I had wished more and more that I knew someone I could actually act these things
out with. I had read about helpless women screaming as men and women tortured
them mercilessly. I seriously wanted to do this to someone, but I had not the
slightest clue about how to go about finding someone willing (or semi-willing)
to go through with such a thing.

I couldn't risk asking anyone I knew on a day to day basis, of course - I would
be marked for life as a pervert if I tried that. The only other thing I could
think of was to go looking in places where people celebrated S&M - certain
raves, certain dance houses. That was extremely problematic, for I am a 40 year
old WASP with a house and a kid. A family man. I just didn't belong in that kind
of lifestyle. So up til the day I am about to tell you about, I had to satisfy
myself with my fantasies and my hand.

That changed the day I caught Victoria (that's my daughter, who was fourteen
years old at the time) and Mackenzie (that was her best friend, one year older)
skipping school. There I was driving along, fantasizing, on the way home to jack
off, when I saw my daughter and her best friend strutting down main street,
cigarettes in their hands, both wearing extremely revealing outfits. I don't
know to this day what event or what concert they wanted to get to that had them
skipping school so blatantly. I don't really care, either. I simply pulled up
next to them, and honked.

At first they though I was some old pervert trying to get them into the car, but
then I rolled down the window, and Victoria saw that it was her father, and that
she had been caught. "Shit," she sighed. Mackenzie replied, "Jesus."

I told them to get in the car. Mackenzie sat in front, Victoria in the back. My
mind was fresh from the fantasies I had been having about the agony of young
women, so I was already in something of a state of sexual agitation. It didn't
help that my daughter's sexy friend was now sitting next to me in the car,
obviously wearing no bra under her skimpy halter top. I could practically see
all the way up to her crotch when she sat down in her shorts. But of course, I
didn't let on my feelings at that point. Unless Mackenzie happened to look down
at the bulge in my pants, she probably at that point didn't know anything about
what was going on in my head. I intended to keep it that way. I fully intended
to keep my growing sexual fantasies divorced from reality.

"What happens next?" asked Mackenzie. She had been caught skipping and smoking,
and knew she was in trouble.

"Well," I said, "I call your parents, tell them what I've seen, and let them
deal with the situation however they see fit. And as for you, young lady," here
I addressed Victoria my daughter, "I call the school, tell them you've been
smoking, and you are kicked off the cheerleading squad and grounded for a
month."

I heard her whisper, "fuck." She truly valued her membership on the squad, and
all of her best friends were cheerleaders as well. We drove a little while on
the way to my house in silence. I absently began fantasizing again. I was
interrupted by Mackenzie's voice, calling my name.

"Mr. Roberts?" she was saying.

A little bothered by the interruption, I asked her, "what do you want."

She looked me straight in the face as I drove, and said in an incredibly  matter
of fact tone of voice, "I will do anything, and I mean absolutely  anything, if
you will promise not to tell my parents about today. If I am  caught smoking, I
will be kicked out of the honors program, and I can't handle  that. If you will
promise not to tell anyone you saw me here today, I will do  whatever you want
me to do, whenever you want me to do it. And that's a  promise, and you know
exactly what I mean."

I heard a gasp from the back seat. "Gross, Mackenzie! That's my dad!"  Mackenzie
simply continued to look right at me. I looked back at her out of  the corner of
my eye. This was the moment of truth. I had never been quite  sure whether she
was a slut, or just more free with her body language as many  young women these
days tend to be. Out of kindness, I had assumed the latter.

Now I had been given a very good reason to believe the former. I could see her 
skinny stomach in between her top and her shorts. Actually what really got me 
was her side. Something about a woman's side - the area between her hip and her
rib cage, really gets to me. I could see hers, and I could imagine touching it,
biting it. Biting it hard.

One thing I had learned from reading those stories on the Internet: sluts
deserve whatever they get. I had never consciously believed that - it had simply
been a fun idea for masturbation. But that day, when a real live slut was making
a real live proposition to make herself helpless in the form of being
blackmailed, my conscious mind broke. It began to believe what my subconscious
and what the stories had been telling me all along. She is a slut. She deserves
whatever she gets.

She probably thought she was talking about a one night stand. A bout of sex, and
a ride to school the next day. I had other plans. My plans actually didn't
include sex - I still, in a way, did not want to break every taboo in the book.
I didn't want to actually have sex with a sixteen year old. At that time, I
wished that to remain fantasy and not reality. My plans included plenty of other
things which would certainly turn me on very much, however. I said to her, "Yes,
I do know exactly what you mean. I want you to know you will probably be
surprised to find out what it actually means. But we have a deal."

Victoria made a sound. "Dad! Gross! What are you guys talking about!"

I got way ahead of myself. I wasn't thinking about sex - only about painful
activities which would express some of my fantasy. But my whole mind's attitude
was one of having power over young women because I had caught them in illicit
acts. I had learned to associate this with demanding semi-sexual favors from
these young women. For just a second, I forgot Victoria was my daughter, and
just thought of her as another slut not wearing a bra. "You shut up back there,
young lady," I said. "You're in on this too, unless you want to be kicked off
the squad. You hear me?"

Victoria yelled, "what the FUCK?!"

I made no reply. I let her think about the squad for a while.  As we were
exiting town, on the way to our isolated house in the boondocks, I realized
there probably wouldn't be too many cars coming the other way from this point
on. I had an idea which I knew would titilate me greatly. "Mackenzie."

"What."

"Pull your shirt up over your breasts. I want to see them. Actually, I want the
whole world to see them."  At that point, Mackenzie began to get an inkling of
what she had gotten herself into. I saw her roll her eyes a little bit. But she
did it. Her firm breasts and perky nipples were now fully exposed to god and
everyone. Of course no one saw - and if anyone did see a bearbreasted woman in a
fastmoving car, they surely thought twice about it and decided they were
hallucinating. I turned the AC on full blast, just to get a rise out of her
tits.

"Dad," came my daughter's voice from the back.

"That goes for you too, young lady." I said. It was easier than I had ever
thought it would be to sexually humiliate my daughter. Seeing her in a
see-through skirt and a shirt that was basically a bra allowed my brain to
easily sort of "forget" that she was my daughter and to reidentify her as one of
those "sluts" I had read so much about on the Internet. "Get that shirt, or
whatever you call it, over your breasts."

"No way."

I brought the car to a screeching stop, startling and scaring her. I turned
around and looked her in the eyes, saying, "did I not tell you that you had
better do as I say, or you will be off the squad, and grounded for the rest of
the school year?"

She stared me down for a few seconds. A car or two passed us. Finally, her gaze
broke with mine, she looked off to the side, and brought her hands up to her
breasts. She lifted the shirt over them, exposing them to the cold air and to
me.

"Now sit on your hands," I told her. She did so.

The rest of the drive was uneventful. I pulled into the driveway of our house.
Our house was on a large plot - we really had no neighbors to speak of who could
see us as we walked up the sidewalk toward our front door. So I had Mackenzie
and Victoria keep their shirts raised as they got out of the car and went into
the house. "Walk, don't run," I told them. Of course no one would really see
them, but I simply enjoyed watching their exposure and embarrasment.

When we went inside, I had them stand in front of the couch. "Ok, Mackenzie, 
you probably thought you were offering yourself for a good screw. I'm not going
to do that. That would be illegal and unethical." (Never mind the ethical
implications of forcing a fifteen and a sixteen year old girl to expose
themelves to whoever cared to take a close look. Never mind the fact that not
too many weeks from that day, the three of us would be involved in some
incredible s&m threesomes. I didn't know anything about that at the time I was
saying this.) "What I am going to demand from you is that you strip for me,
right now. You too, Victoria. I'm going to give the both of you a good, sound
spanking with my belt. Thirty licks sounds good. I want you both, after school
every day, dressed in a way similar to the slutty way you were dressed today,
standing in front of me so that I may administer to you both a spanking. This
will continue until I see fit to tell you your punishment for skipping school
and smoking is quite paid off. Do you understand?"

Victoria was beginning to cry. Mackenzie simply nodded, her mouth open a little,
I think in surprise. I looked at Mackenzie. "And I want to assure you that
spanking the both of you with my belt will give me plenty of sexual
gratification in exchange for my not fucking you. Understood?"

Mackenzie nodded again.

I began to take off my belt. "Well, what are you two waiting for? Take off your
clothes, put them on the floor right there." I motioned to a certain area.

Mackenzie pulled her halter top over her head. As she raised her arms, her
breasts were made that much more firm and youthful. At this point, it was all I
could do to keep myself from releasing my penis from its prison of pants and
fucking her in between her breasts. That's another perverted thing I really
enjoy fantasizing about, for some reason. But I kept myself under control. I
don't know why I bothered. It's not like I wouldn't have been thrown in jail for
years and years for what I was already doing.

After removing her shoes to reveal the rest of her exquisite feet, she
unbuttoned her shorts, slid them down her tall, milky legs. Then she removed her
underwear, and voila. She was naked.

My daughter was having a little trouble. After much consternation, she finally
removed her shirt. But she was quite reluctant to remove her skirt in front of
her father. "Cheerleading squad, missy," I said. And I popped her one on the
nipple with my belt. I was really getting into this.

She yelled out in pain, but I had gotten through. She removed her skirt,
revealing no underwear beneath it. To this day I have no clue why she and
Mackenzie were dressed so sluttily that day. I think they were simply
discovering how much power they can have over boys and men if they make
themselves, or seem to make themselves, available. But on that day, I was the
one with the power. Her coquettish nonwearing of undergarments simply added to
my excitement - and my excitement was set to add to her mental and physical
pain.

She took off her shoes, and I could see her whole tanned body clearly now for
the first time since she was a little girl. She was very beautiful. The pained
expression on her face only made her that much more beautiful. "You're first," I
said to her. Now she sobbed and turned around. Her longish curly black hair
played with her smooth back as she put her hands on the couch, exposing her butt
to me.

I stood next to her, and let go with the hardest slap I could muster with my
belt. I did not intend to afford any mercy. She jumped, but held her ground. I
let go again, aiming for the same place right in the center of her ass. Now she
grunted. And for the next twenty eight licks, she cried as hard as I have ever
heard anyone cry. It was pretty exciting, but actually kind of annoying.

It made me think of gags and other things - and that made me more excited. I
ranged my swings up and down her ass and legs, just like I had read about on the
internet. I would aim five or so at exactly the same place, causing sting to
build on sting. Then I would hit her in random places, so she would not know
what was coming next. Amazingly, she never jumped up too far or tried to block
my blows with her hands. I guess she had decided she had better go through with
this. Finally, almost with sadness, I reached number thirty. I really let her
have it, right in the middle of the back of her leg. She just moaned, and
finally fell to the floor crying and rubbing her backside.

"Get up and go stand next to Mackenzie." She did so, very slowly. I motioned for
Mackenzie to take her place. Mackenzie was shaking a little, visibly moved by
the pain of her best friend.

But she was the one who had gotten them into this mess, and apparently she meant
to see it through. She placed her hands firmly on the couch, and raised her ass
a little. She actually kind of looked experienced at this sort of thing. I guess
her parents spank her as a punishment, as well. I doubt they strip her, and I
doubt there are any hard-ons happening when they do. Then again, you never know.

I let go with thirty licks. She began yelling, "Ow! Ow!" at number seven. She
began almost screaming out at number thirteen. After number twenty, she was
simply crying, unable to sustain anything like a scream of pain. I teased her
ass in much the same way I had teased my daughter's - switching between random
targets, and then concentrating on one spot for several licks. I actually landed
all nine licks from number eleven to number twenty right in the center of the
lower portion of her ass. I could still see the blister several days later.

And again, sadly, I reached number thirty. I was beginning to wish I had told
them a bigger number. I fully intended on raising the number of licks slowly as
they continued to present me for punishment every day after school. But that was
all for that day. Victoria stood in place, whimpering, while Mackenzie lay on
the floor, writhing and rubbing her ass. I watched them for a few seconds,
amazed I had suddenly found myself able to be involved in such an experience as
this. I thanked the gods. Then I told the two of them to pick up their clothes
and go upstairs to Victoria's room. With a sneer, I added, "and think about what
you've done."

They ran, crying, up the stairs. A few hours later, I gave Mackenzie a ride
home. We were silent on the way there, me concentrating on a hard-on, her
concentrating on what she was going to tell her parents about why she had come
home so late and why she was dressed how she was. I dropped her off at her
driveway, and said not one word to her parents. I intended to keep my promise.



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