Brant glanced at Jenna who sat sipping a drink on a stool beside him. Jenna said, “I know all about it. Creep tried to screw me last week.”
“Let's just say he shouldn't bother you anymore.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“We can discuss it later, but I've been thinking, and I know how much you enjoyed working at Java Joe's, but I'm just so busy now. I could really use your help full-time.”
“What are you saying?” Katie said.
“You could be my personal assistant. I'll pay you, of course.”
Katie bounced with excitement. “Really? Do you mean it?”
“Sleep on it and let me know later.”
“Okay, but I know now.”
Brant, feeling the warmth of alcohol coursing through his veins, slapped the table top and said, “Hit me again. Then I'll give you two your space.”
“It's okay, Daddy. Jenna doesn't mind. Do you, Jenna?”
“Of course not,” Jenna said, running manicured nails along Brant's arm. “It's more fun when three play.”
“You will play with us, won't you, Daddy? After all, Jenna wants to get back at Josh for dumping her.”
“Pretty please?” Jenna leaned closer to Brant. “Play with us?”
“I'd love to.” Brant's lips met Jenna's, and soon all three were in the master bedroom suite beneath the mirrored ceiling Brant had had installed. It never failed to amaze how quickly something could be accomplished with immigrant workers here in Austin.
14
“Do you like it, Sir?” Katie asked, referring to her new black outfit, a dress suit with a short, tight skirt and matching high-heel shoes.
“You look amazing, Katie. But what's with the 'Sir' bit?”
“You see, it's my way of remaining submissive to you while also being professional. I'm going to be the best personal assistant ever.”
“I hope you don't expect the same level of professionalism from me, in the form of a sexual harassment policy,” Brant said as he attempted to reach under her skirt.
Katie, giggling and twisting away, swatted at Brant's hand. “Oh, my! Sir, if I may, I'd like to show you what's been done. As per your request, of course.”
“Of course.”
Brant cupped a buttock as he followed Katie into the library.
“Wow,” he exclaimed. It looked better than expected. Katie had even started a fire in the fireplace despite the mild weather and no doubt for dramatic effect. Many black candles had been spread throughout the vast room and lit; all their dancing flames mesmerizing. A bearskin rug lay sprawled between the fireplace and a large oak desk and leather chair. The fountain pen he'd been given by Joshua Elliot sat atop the desk as did—
“The old book I found that you said was important,” Katie said, “is there on your desk.”
Vigilans Oculis Gentium Multarum Suvos
The book appeared very old and very worn, as if it has been leafed through hundreds, if not thousands, of times. It was small, thin, and, just as Suvos had said, contained simple instructions in Latin as how to grant Suvos a watchful eye within the abode. Brant knew because he'd read it multiple times since Katie found it lying on their bed days ago.
“You'll also notice,” Katie said with a grand gesture, “the mirror I ordered, above the mantle. You like?”
“You've done well, dear.”
“And those chilling paintings of the men with holes cut in place of their eyes. If you wanted to make this place look creepy – mission accomplished, Sir. Though I have no idea why.”
“Just think of it like we're on that TV show Big Brother. A very perverted edition of Big Brother.”
Brant slid a hand under her skirt.
“Yeah?” Katie's eyes twinkled. Then she hugged her executive portfolio to her belly and said, “I'm not feeling very well.”
“What's wrong?”
“I may have eaten too much for lunch, but it cost so much and tasted so good.”
“Only the best for my new personal assistant.”
“And I should take a Motrin. My monthly visitor arrived this morning.”
Brant found that to be interesting timing. Interesting because:
They were about to christen the library for Suvos
Suvos had requested depravity and debasement of the kind that Kasas would enjoy
And Brant had planned to combine something from his to-do list with today's agenda
“That's too bad, dear,” Brant said, “because today we have some very important tasks to address.”
“We do, Sir?”
“Yes, we do. Now put your notebook down.”
Katie went to set it on the desk but Brant knocked them to the floor first.
“Daddy, why–? I mean, Sir, why did you—?”
“This is my desk and only I shall use it.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't—”
“Hush! I'm speaking. And 'Daddy' will suffice for now. You've been a bad girl. You fucked that lowly supervisor at Java Joe's. Remember? And we've yet to address it. Tell me, did you suck his cock? Did you like him fucking your tight teenage pussy?”
“No, Daddy. No. I didn't like it. I didn't know. You didn't—”
Brant interrupted her with a slap to the face and a shocked yet titillated expression bloomed there.
“Yes, it's my fault,” Brant said. “You already told me so. My goddamn fault for not giving you rules, for not telling my little girl that she's not to be putting strange cocks in her holes. Well, we're about clear things up and straighten you out. Would you like that? Do you think that might help?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please. I want to know. I only want your cock. Nobody else's.”
“Good. Very good.” Brant gingerly touched her face where she'd been slapped. While red, it wouldn't leave a mark.
“We should agree on a safe word or phrase,” Katie suggested.
Brant slapped her face again. This time Katie touched her cheek.
“Your safe phrase,” Brant said, “is 'Daddy, I don't want to live here with you anymore.' You can say that at any time and you're free to go. Until then, you'll do as daddy says.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now bring me the book...”
Brant opened it past a brief introduction by Suvos regarding the reasons one would want to grant the self-named demon of secrecy and knowledge a watchful eye. Brant already knew and agreed to the knowledge exchange. He marked the page with a finger and told his daughter to strip.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She folded her clothing and neatly set them aside on the hardwood floor, then stood before him in all her naked glory.
“Kasas,” Brant bellowed, “watch as I take my daughter in carnal pleasure! Suvos! I summon thee so that you shall lurk in my shadows and that you too may indulge in the carnal knowledge that shall take place under my roof!” Brant gazed upon the young, ripe body of his offspring, filling with heat to enjoy her yet again. “Kneel, my baby girl, and suckle upon my manhood as I open the eyes of power and a portal to hell.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He felt his zipper slide down and her hand free his penis. After a tentative lick, it went into her mouth.
“Aspice in me!” Brant pleaded to begin the incantation. “Aperi daemonium portam!” He commanded midway through the brief exchange, and ended two pages later with: “Placet, est detentio mea tua, da mihi diabolico scientiae!”
Katie's eyes caught his as she adoringly gazed up at him.
He smiled; she looked so beautiful with her glittering lips around his swollen member.
“It's time to ruin you,” Brant said. “You're mine, and you'll always be mine. I'm going to give you everything your heart desires. I promise to give you what you need now since I failed to give that to you before, when you were younger.” He withdrew his erection from her mouth and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy, please.”
He pushed his penis past her lips, to its
previous depth – then pressed deeper. When it wouldn't go any deeper, he held her head and began to force himself. She accepted him further by nearly an inch, but he had much more to go. That's when he began to thrust into her mouth, again and again, each time a little harder.
She gagged, sputtered. She was trying. She was trying to do the impossible. It brought tears to her eyes.
He slapped her.
Manhandled her to the desk; sprawled her out across it, head and legs dangling from the sides. First he offered his scrotum to be licked, to be sucked, and then he mounted her faced and attempted to force himself in from this angle.
The erection went deeper as she urged him on by grabbing hold of his buttocks.
She began to gag and reflexively attempted to push him off; however, Brant slapped her breasts and thrust himself such that her neck had no slack – and suddenly he felt himself slide in deeper still. He watched her abdomen tighten and legs kick as the mounting pressure forced his retreat and her lunch spewed out both mouth and nostrils. Katie twisted her head as the mess splattered the floor.
Brant spun her around on the slick surface.
“I'm sorry, Daddy.”
“Hush,” he said with a slap.
He spread her legs wide and was about to enter her when she said, “Stop,” and pulled free a tampon.
“Hush, I said.”
He took the bloodied product and flung it into the fireplace, sending an otherworldly surge of flame singing the mantle on its way to lick the ceiling. Vacant eyes of a painting momentarily glowed in its reflection on the mirror.
Katie screamed as her father buried his erection into her menstruating body.
“Ohh, god!”
“God isn't fucking you, I am.” Brant slapped breasts
“Fuck me, Daddy. I'm yours.”
Brant slapped her breasts again. Pinched their nipples. Leaned over to bite at them.
Katie screamed bloody murder.
It came as music to his ears... Kasas would love it, and that would please Suvos. Brant rolled Katie onto her belly, planning to make her scream even louder. He was tugging her hair as he eased his blood-slicked penis into her anus when from behind him someone shouted:
“Goddamn it, leave her be!”
The voice belonged to Jenna. The young Asian-American woman who'd been staying in Katie's old room for the past few nights came running at him, breasts bouncing under a tight blouse.
Brant let loose his daughter's hair to catch her friend by the wrist. Her other hand clawed at his face but he caught it, too. Then he caught a knee to the thigh – a little too close for comfort.
“Chill,” Brant said as he twisted Jenna's arms. Within a moment he had one pinned behind her back.
“Stop,” Katie said, standing up and fingering herself. “He was just fucking me.”
Jenna eased up. “Sounded like he was killing you.”
“I've never been fucked so good in my life,” Katie said.
“There are a few things you should understand,” Brant told Jenna. “The relationship Katie and I have is unusual. This house is not like other houses. There's plenty of space and if you want to stay here, that's fine. But there will be rules. Not many, but some. Either you can join us, right here, right now, or you can pack your shit and leave immediately. What's it going to be?”
Jenna shrugged off Brant's hold. She sized up the two and lingered on the way Katie was touching herself before replying with a shrug. “Sure. Why the fuck not?”
Jenna wore much jewelry, and before stripping out of her clothing, she twisted open a large ring and, with a tiny spoon attached to its cap, snorted white powder. Katie had cleaned Brant's cock of blood by the time Jenna joined them. The two young ladies touched and kissed until both dripped with excitement.
Brant led them by the hair to the bearskin rug where he fucked Jenna roughly and vaginally as his daughter teased herself. Then Brant mounted Katie rectally as she orally pleased her friend. The walls of the library echoed with their screams of both pleasure and pain. Brant forced Jenna to suck his cock after vacating Katie's winking anus, and then he plowed back into Katie's pussy, where he slammed into her harder than ever. Her body began to spasm as fingernails shredded his back.
“Ohhh, Daddy, I'm coming so hard. Oh, noo!”
It took Brant a moment to realize something had happened based on odd expressions on both Jenna and Katie's faces.
Brant stopped. “What?”
“Oh, my god,” Jenna said. “You literally fucked the shit out of her.”
Then the smell registered. Jenna giggled but Katie looked alarmed and embarrassed.
“Let's see if I can do the same to you,” Brant said to Jenna. He took roughly by the hair and soon found himself balls-deep in her anus. She screamed every bit as loud as Katie as he thrust in, tugged hair, swatted her ass...
He couldn't last much longer.
“Give it to me, Daddy. Please. I want your come. I want it. I wanna taste it, Daddy. Give it to me.”
“If you want it so bad...” Brant said, unloading his payload in Jenna's ass. “Help yourself.”
As his erection popped free Katie lowered her lips to Jenna's asshole. Jenna pushed as Katie sucked, and soon she'd slurped out all the goo. She showed Brant her mouthful of spunk before swallowing it down, smacking and licking her lips, so proud of herself that Brant wasn’t sure if she wept from pleasure or emotional pain. She didn't stop there, though, she took Brant's erection into her mouth and began to suck for all she was worth. She even wormed a finger into his anus to massage his prostate as Jenna joined her on her knees. Jenna toyed with her friend's nipples while simultaneously pushing Katie's head to and fro on Brant's cock. When Jenna maneuvered to lap at his balls as Katie sucked him in deep, he couldn't take any more – he popped another load. Then Brant Wilson (and perhaps Kasas and Suvos) reveled in watching the girls shared the spoils of their endeavor.
“Good girls. Good fucking girls,” Brant said.
Jenna began to unscrew her ring for another bump of whatever drug she'd been doing. Katie, meanwhile, glanced at her pile of shit as she tenderly touched her bloodied and beaten-up pussy. Then her glassy eyes gazed into his.
“I did good, didn't I? Please tell me I did, Daddy.”
Tears ran from her eyes as she started to shudder, sending a rain of glittering purple down her face. A moment later, she shook violently as she tucked knees under her chin and hugged her legs tight as she cried.
Brant, joining her on the rug, wrapped an arm around his daughter.
“You did very good, sweetie. I'm very proud of you.”
“Promise?”
“Of course. You're my baby girl.”
“I love you, Daddy.” Her chin quivered.
“I love you, too. Daddy's going to buy you a new charm to add to your bracelet, you did so good.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I just need to be held,” Katie said. “I'll be all right.”
“Of course you will. I'll hold you for as long as you need. When you're ready, I have some rules especially for you. Rules of the house, too.”
“Okay.”
Brant consoled her as Jenna got dressed, then Katie was ready for the rules. Jenna apparently wanted to hear this, too, presumably the part about house rules. Finally, with a sniffle, Katie poised pen over paper from her notebook portfolio.
Katie’s rules:
No fucking anyone outside the house without Daddy's consent
No drugs (remember Dallas)
Worship Daddy's cock (Katie's suggestion)
No sleeping outside of Daddy's bed without permission
No tattoos
No leaving the house without permission
House rules:
Brant's word is gold
No one may use the desk in the library except Brant
No books may leave the library without Brant's permission
House guests may stay as long as they stay in Brant's go
od graces
House guests are responsible for housekeeping duties
Jenna said, “Is this your way of saying I have to clean up the shit?”
“Smart and beautiful. I believe we'll keep her,” Brant replied.
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Gary asked because he didn't plan to download any of that stuff. Just enough to confirm what he was looking for and didn't plan to keep any on his drive.
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