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Jenny Gets A Car
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torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these
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JENNY GETS A CAR
by V.P. Viddler
"Do you know what I saw on my way home from school today,
Daddy?"
"I don't think I want to know, Jenny."
"But, Daddy--I saw this great little car--"
"I don't want to hear this, Jenny."
"It's just a small car, Daddy--a tiny tiny car, a Toyota,
actually, is what it is. And it only costs--"
"Stop, Jenny. Stop right now."
"Daddy--"
"No, Jenny. Just no."
"Daddy--how do you think I look today?"
"Don't, Jenny. Don't start this. I don't want to start
this."
"But don't you think I look all right? Look at this, Daddy.
Do you like what I'm wearing today?"
"Jenny--don't. You know I don't want this."
"Don't you, Daddy?"
"I--no. Damn it, no. Go upstairs now."
"All right, Daddy. But just tell me if you like my outfit,
okay? How about this skirt, for instance. Do you think it suits
me, Daddy?"
"Jenny--don't."
"I thought you might like this shirt, Daddy. Or do you think
it's too short? Just a bit? But then, you don't mind looking at
me in short skirts, do you, Daddy?"
"Damn it, Jenny, I said go upstairs."
"All right, Daddy. Anything you say. I'll go up slowly, all
right? And you can watch my legs as I climb the stairs, and you
can look up my skirt and watch my thighs moving."
"Jenny, for god's sake--"
"You like to watch my legs, Daddy. I know that. You think my
thighs are nice, don't you, Daddy? You think they're sexy."
"Jenny--for god's sake--"
"You can see almost all of my thighs now, Daddy, with this
short skirt, but if you want to see more of them, I can lift it
up for you. Would you like that, Daddy?"
"Jenny don't do this, for Christ sake, I don't want this,
you know I don't, I don't want to--"
"Look, Daddy. Look at my legs. Aren't they pretty? You can
look as much as you want to; I'll just stand here and hold my
skirt up for you. Do you want to touch them? I could just walk
across the room to you and you could put your hands on them,
Daddy. I know you love that. Shall I?"
"I don't want to do this, for god's sake, Jenny, why are you
doing this--"
"Because I want that car, Daddy. You know that."
"But this--you're my daughter, my own--"
"That never stopped you before, Daddy, did it?"
"You little bitch. I don't want this, damn it. I don't want
to be this way."
"But you can't help it, can you, Daddy? You can't stop
yourself. You know you can't. You want me."
"Oh, god."
"You want my body, Daddy. Don't you?"
"No!"
"Oh, Daddy, what a liar you are! But you're still looking at
my legs, Daddy. And what about my top? Do you like it? It's such
a pretty thing, I think, sort of orangeish, wouldn't you say? I
know it's a little bit tight on me, but you don't think it's too
tight, do you, Daddy? Of course, I should wear a bra with it, but
I'm not. You can probably tell that, can't you, Daddy? It just
clings to my breasts, doesn't it? All around. And look how it
shows my nipples--oh, that's wicked, isn't it? They just stick
out like anything; but that's because they're all hard, Daddy;
they grow so hard and stiff when a man is looking at me that way,
the way you are, Daddy."
"I'm not, damn you. Damn you, Jenny. I'm not."
"But you are, Daddy. You can't help it. It's like you want
to strip all the clothes from my body, and just touch it all
over, run your hands all over it, and then just throw me down and
do it to me. That's what you'd like to do, isn't it, Daddy? Throw
me right down on this floor and take me, take my body, do it to
me until I--"
"No! Stop. Jenny. I won't. Not this time. It's no good. Go
away."
"Would you like me to take my top off, Daddy? Shall I show
you my breasts? Don't you want to see me naked? Touch me, naked?
I'll strip for you, Daddy, and you can--"
"Oh god help me. No, Jenny. I won't. Don't. I won't do it. I
won't buy you a car. I don't care what you do. No car. Do you
understand? No!"
"All right, Daddy. All right. I'm just going to sit down
now. I'll sit right here, but don't worry, I'll keep my skirt
high so you can still look at my thighs. Okay? Do you want me to
take my top off anyway?"
"I don't care. I don't care what you do. It won't change
anything."
"Okay, Daddy. If you say so. I think I'll just pull it off.
You can watch my breasts bounce around as I pull it off my body.
Isn't that sexy, Daddy? I know you think I have pretty breasts.
Look at how my nipples are all stiff. That's for you, Daddy.
Wouldn't you like to touch them? I'll bet you can remember how my
breasts feel. Can't you, Daddy? Don't you think about how good it
was to put your hands on them? Isn't it exciting, Daddy? Isn't my
body turning you on? It usually turns you on, Daddy, I know. such
a young, soft, firm body, isn't it, Daddy? And you know what I
can do with it. You remember, Daddy. Think about it. I'm going to
take my panties off now. Watch, Daddy. Is that nice? You do want
me, Daddy. You know you do. I know it too. You want this body so
much. You can have it, Daddy. Right now. It could be all yours.
Any way you want."
"Damn you to hell! I'm not going to do it, Jenny. Damn you."
"But you can remember how it was, can't you, Daddy? How it
was to be on top of me, taking me, doing it to me, to your own
daughter."
"Stop, for god's sake, don't..."
"Think about it, Daddy. How it felt to have this body
underneath you, with these legs around your waist, holding you.
Think about how it was, with my body twisting against you,
twisting and squirming and bucking with you, and how my lips felt
on yours, how you kissed my mouth and bit my tongue and how--"
"No! Stop. Please, Jenny. Please. Please. I won't, I can't."
"You can, Daddy. You want to."
"No! No car. No car. Period. Okay? All right? No. Fucking.
Car. That's it!"
"Well. Gosh. That's too bad, Daddy. That's really
disappointing. I mean, a car has a lot of possibilities. You can
do a lot of things in a car, if you think about it. You know, I
thought that maybe you and I might go for a ride in it. You know,
out into the country or something. And you could drive, Daddy.
You enjoy driving, don't you? And I would sit right beside you.
And we would talk and stuff, and watch all that scenery and all
going by, and wouldn't that be fun?"
"Jenny, look--"
"And maybe I could sort of start playing with you a little."
"Jenny--"
"Oh, nothing really naughty, Daddy--nothing you wouldn't
dig, anyway. Just with my hand--at first. Just playing around. My
hand in your lap."
"Jenny--"
"Just to sort of entertain you as you're driving, you know?
Make you feel good. Just my hand, Daddy. Playing with you.
Stroking you. You won't mind. I'll bet you won't mind a bit. I
bet you're getting hard right now, thinking about it. Right?
Aren't you, Daddy?"
"Damn you."
"You think about it, Daddy. And then my fingers, unzipping
you. Oh, Daddy. Unzipping your pants. Dipping in there. Finding
you. Taking you out. Oh, Daddy. All hard, all wanting your
naughty daughter. Oh, yes. Are you hard, Daddy? Are you hard
right now? Do you want your daughter to come over and play?"
"No. No, Jenny. It's not right, it's not fair--"
"And you know, Daddy, this Toyota, it's such a convenient
kind of car, doesn't have that silly lump right in the middle of
that front seat, to get in the way and all. That front seat is
all nice and flat. So what I could do, Daddy, I could just lay
down on that seat, lay right down on my tummy, okay?"
"Jenny...don't..."
"And I could sort of hitch myself up so my head could kind
of rest in your lap. You know what I'm saying, Daddy? My face
would be right over your lap. Right over your crotch, Daddy. And
if I just put my head down--"
"Oh. Oh god. Jenny. Don't do this to me. I'm your father.
Please. I can't stand it."
"I know, Daddy. I know you can't. Can I have that car?"
"Don't do this to me, Jenny. Please."
"But you like me to do it to you, Daddy. Especially what I'm
talking about. Don't you remember? Don't you recall what I can do
with my mouth? Don't you recall how nice my mouth is? And my
lips? And my tongue? Don't you, Daddy?"
"You slut."
"Think about it, Daddy. Driving along. In my car. With your
big stiff thing standing up, and my face right above it, moving
down. Slowly. Think of how my hair will touch it first. My soft
hair, brushing along your skin, brushing back and forth, stroking
over it. Thank about how that feels."
"I remember."
"I know, Daddy. And then my lips. Just touching you. Just
very softly kissing, lightly kissing. Kissing it. All over.
Licking it. Stroking it with my tongue. Do you remember my
tongue, Daddy?"
"I remember."
"Can you feel it, Daddy? Are you thinking about it?"
"Yes. Yes. I am. I do."
"And now my mouth, Daddy. Finding you. Opening for you.
Slowly. Slowly at first. Just a little at first. Taking you in.
Into my mouth. Gradually. Bit by bit. Sliding into your
daughter's mouth."
"Oh Jesus god, oh Christ."
"Yes, Daddy. Think about it. Think about my mouth. You know
what it's like. You know I can take you all the way in. All the
way, Daddy. All the way into my mouth. Into my throat. I'll hold
you there. Licking you. Sucking you. I'll suck you, Daddy. Think
about me sucking you. So slowly. As you drive down that road.
Lying on my stomach. Sucking you."
"Jenny--"
"Keep watching the road, Daddy. You don't want any
accidents. Just look at the road. I know it's hard, because
probably my skirt will be up around my waist, and my bare thighs
will be showing, and if anybody else should pass us on that road,
they'll probably get a real eyeful. But I don't care, Daddy, I'm
just going to go on sucking you, sucking and sucking you, until
you can't stand it any more, Daddy. Until you can't hold it back
any more, and you shoot it all, Daddy, shoot it right down my
throat, and god, I hope you don't crash the car, Daddy, because I
know how you love to shoot down my throat, and I'll just swallow
it all down, think about it, Daddy, swallowing it all, your
naughty daughter swallowing again and again as you shoot into my
mouth, driving that car down that road."
"Bitch. Oh you bitch. You wicked--"
"I could do it now, Daddy. Not in a car, of course, because
I don't have a car, do I, Daddy? Yet. But I could do it anyway.
Just go right over to you and go down on my knees, all naked as I
am, and put my mouth down there and--"
"You little slut."
"Am I a slut, Daddy? Do you want your slut daughter to suck
you off? Think about what this slut can do, Daddy. Think about
how you like this slut body. How you like to kiss it all over.
All the things you want to do to it."
"I do, you bitch, I do, I can't help it."
"I know, Daddy. I know you do. And you can, Daddy. You can
do anything you want to it. You can have your nasty slut of a
daughter any way you want her. Any way at all. Just say I can
have that car, Daddy. That's all. Just say that. That car. Any
way at all, Daddy."
"I should--"
"Think about having me, Daddy. Think about my thighs around
your body. Think about my breasts mashing into you. Think about
kissing my mouth. Think about me bouncing and rolling underneath
you. Think about--"
"I should--"
"Just say it, Daddy. Say it's all right."
"I should--"
"What, Daddy? You should what?"
"I should--punish you."
"What, Daddy?"
"Punish you. I should...punish you."
"Punish me?"
"Yes. I--yes. I want to. Punish you."
"Punish? You--what do you mean, Daddy?"
"Yes. Punish."
"I--I don't--how? How, Daddy? How do you want to punish me?"
"No."
"Tell me, Daddy."
"I--no."
"Daddy. Do you want to punish me?"
"No. Yes. I don't know."
"If you did--Daddy--if you did--punish me--then--could I
have the car? Daddy?"
"I--"
"Daddy? Could I?"
"I--don't know."
"What do you want to do to me, Daddy? Do you want to hurt
me?"
"Hurt you. Yes. Yes. I want to hurt you."
"Oh. Well. Daddy. Do you--want to spank me?"
"No."
"No?"
"Kid stuff."
"Oh. Of course. You don't want to do kid stuff. I'm not a
kid any more, am I, Daddy? I'm a big girl now. A big naughty
girl, and you want to punish me like a grown-up. Is that right,
Daddy?"
"Yes. That's right."
"And if I--All right. All right, Daddy. Hurt me. Hurt me any
way you want. I know I'm a bad girl. I know I'm a naught slut
daughter. And you'd like to pay me back, wouldn't you, Daddy? You
want to make me pay for all the nasty things you've done to me.
You want to hurt that body that tempts you so much. You want me
to suffer, don't you, Daddy? You want me to cry. You want me to
scream. You want to watch me in pain, shouting with pain,
twisting in agony. Is that it, Daddy? Is that what you want?"
"Yes. That is what I want. Jenny. Yes."
"And if I do that for you, Daddy--if I let you hurt me, and
cry for you and scream for you and twist for you, and crawl for
you, all you want, Daddy--if I do all that, then will you buy me
that car? Daddy?"
"God. You're such a witch, Jenny. Such a depraved little
witch."
"How do you want to do it, Daddy? Do you want to spread my
body out on my bed, stretch me out, straining, open, helpless,
for whatever you will do to me? Or do you want to hang me up,
Daddy. Think how I would look hanging naked by my wrists, Daddy.
Think of having me dangling from the ceiling, all of my body
straining, swaying, twisting helplessly in the air. Think of
hanging me with my feet off the floor, my legs straining,
twitching, kicking. Think of how my breasts will look, tight,
taut, upthrust, all exposed. Think about whipping me that way,
Daddy. Think how my body would jerk and writhe and squirm and
twist. Think how my breasts would bounce and shudder at each
lash. Think how my legs would thrash and kick in agony. And think
how I would scream, Daddy. Scream and scream. Think how I would
beg you to stop. Promising to be good, to do anything you wanted.
But you wouldn't stop, would you, Daddy? Think about whipping my
body all over, whipping my back and my waist and my behind and my
thighs and my calves, and whipping my breasts, Daddy, and my
stomach and my hips and my thighs again, and whipping my crotch,
Daddy. Think of that, Daddy. You'd make me hold my legs apart for
you, and I wouldn't think I could do it, but you'd make me, you'd
whip my breasts until I had to do it, and I'd open my legs and
hold them that way and you'd whip my crotch, Daddy, and I'd yell
and howl and go crazy with that pain until you stopped. Is that
what you want, Daddy? You could do all kinds of things to me, I
know that, Daddy. I can't even stand to think of it, but I know
you wabnt to do it all. You'll break me, Daddy. I know that.
You'll grind me into dust. And finally I'll crawl for you, Daddy.
Think about watching me crawling for you, crawling like an
animal, on my hands and knees, your begging, broken slut of a
daughter. And then I would crawl to you and bow down to you and
give you my mouth, my crying, sobbing mouth, and I'd suck you as
your slave, your slut cock-sucking slave daughter. I would
swallow it all if you wanted, or if you felt like it you could
shoot it in my face, right into my face, all over my face, in my
hair, in my eyes, in my nose, on my lips, until I was dripping
with it. Soaking with it. Then you could have my body any time
you want, Daddy, any time, any way at all. I would be yours,
Daddy, to do with as you wish. A toy, a thing for your pleasure,
a plaything. To hurt if you want. To punish. To possess. If you
want me to, I will go naked all the time for you. Or I will only
wear very short skirts, very tight tops. So my body is always on
view for you. Always available. You could keep me tied up all the
time, have me in bondage always. My hands tied behind my back.
My thighs bound together. My hair bound to my wrists, pulling my
head back, making my breasts stick out. I'd be a sex toy. That's
all. Your daughter the sex toy. And if you got tired of that, you
could call up some of your friends and lend me to them for an
hour. Or a day. Or a week. Think of making me perform for your
pals, think of watching your naughty daughter submitting to a
bunch of men, going down for them, spreading for them, fucking
them at your command. Think of that, Daddy. Think about going
into a restaurant with me, and running into a man you know
slightly. `This is my daughter,' you could say. `Isn't she
pretty? Do you want her to suck your cock? Jenny, go under this
table and suck Mr. So-and-so off. Do it good, Jenny,' you'd say.
And I would do it, Daddy. I'd go down under that table and I
would take his cock out and I would suck it like it was never
sucked before. `That's my cock-sucking slut daughter,' you would
say. `Isn't she good with that mouth? Any time you want it again,
pal, just ask. Jenny will do anything I say.' Wouldn't you like
that, Daddy? Are you hot, Daddy? Have I got you all hot now, do
you want to punish me now? Do you want my body? My mouth? Just
say I can have that car, Daddy. And you can strip me naked and
lash me onto the front of that car, just spread my body out
across the hood and lash my wrists and ankles, a living, naked
figurehead, and you can drive that car all through the town and
show everybody your naked slut of a daughter, and you could park
that car right on Main Street and watch as all the men took my
body, right there on the hood of my car, thousands of them,
taking my body, having me, doing it to your daugher, and I would
twist and pull against the ropes, but in vain, and you could
watch all this time, and you could say, `How do you like your
car, Jenny? How do you like it now, you lousy bitch?' And
afterwards I would kneel in the dirt and suck you with my crying,
sobbing mouth, suck you and suck you and swallow it all all..."
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