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WARNING: All Fantasia storied contain some or all of the following:
Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, torture, incest, degradation,
underage characters. If these things offend you, do not read.
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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..."

