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Luna desperately tried to work out what to say.
Her father had just asked her what she thought about while masturbating. Here, in a public restaurant.
She could hardly refuse to answer. Firstly, she had just asked her father the very same question, and listened as he confessed to fantasies about raping pretty young brunettes who looked exactly like her. Secondly, because she knew that Jayna would want her to answer. Jayna wasn’t here, but she knew what Jayna would tell her to do, and when she defied Jayna, it just ended up being more humiliating for her. And she knew that Jayna wasn’t here, and wasn’t listening – but somehow Jayna would know. She always knew.
“I, uh… I think about boys,” Luna said, blushing and looking down.
“Boys?” asked her father.
“Men,” said Luna – and then blushed deeper. She hadn’t meant to imply older men – like her father.
“Go on,” said her father.
What should she say? The truth was that she had been masturbating most of the afternoon – and thinking about her father as she masturbated. But she hadn’t wanted to. That wasn’t her fantasy. It was just something Jayna made her do.
“I fantasise about… kissing men…” she said. “And…”
“And?” asked her father.
“And… their… their penises,” she said, blushing.
“Is that the word you use in your head?” asked her father.
“No,” she said – practically whispering now.
“What word do you use?” he asked.
“Cocks,” she said.
“And what happens with these cocks?”
“They… I… they go inside me…”
“Which hole?”
“My mouth… and… my….”
“Your cunt?”
“Yes.”
“And what happens then?”
“We… we… fuck,” she whispered, almost crying. “And they… cum.”
“Inside you?” asked her father.
“Yes.”
“How old are these men?”
She trembled. The truth was that every time she masturbated, Jayna made Luna think about her brother or her father. If she said “younger men”, she was talking about when Jayna made her imagine her brother’s cock, or think about her brother groping and fingering her pussy around the house. If she said “older men”, she was talking about being forced to picture fucking her own father as she fingered her pussy.
She knew what Jayna would want her to say.
“Older men,” she whimpered.
“It’s okay, baby,” said her father – and then corrected himself, remembering they weren’t supposed to be father and daughter. “It’s okay, Luna. Those are normal fantasies. You can say you fantasise about older men fucking you. Go on, try it. Say, ‘I fantasise about older men fucking me and cumming inside me.;”
“I fantasise about older men fucking me and… and cumming inside me,” Luna said, quietly.
And at that point she was saved from further conversation by the arrival of her food, and her Long Island iced tea.
She sipped from the drink to avoid speaking. The alcohol was strong. It made her feel floaty inside.
There was silence as her father sliced into his steak, and after a moment, Luna did likewise, and this continued until around half of the steak was gone.
But Luna still had two questions on the card Jayna had given her – questions that she had been told to ask.
She hated them both.
She picked one.
“Bill,” she said, “do I ever do things that… cocktease you?”
He was silent, staring at her for a while.
“What do you mean, honey?” he asked her.
The card didn’t offer any guidance on how to answer.
“I mean, like… things that… turn you on,” she said, blushing. “Make you hard. Make you… think of me in a certain way…”
“Well, I suppose when you kiss me the way you do recently,” he said. “The way you… push your tits up against me, and use your tongue. It’s the way most girls would kiss a boyfriend and – well, it gets a reaction.”
“I’m sorry,” Luna said, blushing.
‘Welll, no,” said Bill. “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s nice. But the truth is that it does get… a reaction from me. And when you modelled your new lingerie for me…”
That hadn’t been Luna’s idea. She still blushed when she remembered spreading her legs so her father could ogle her crotchless underwear.
“I mean, most girls wouldn’t do that,” said her father. “And then the other day when we were kissing… you felt my groin with your hand…”
She had squeezed her father’s cock through his pants. It had been hard. Nobody had made her do that. She had done that all on her own, because she was a cockteasing slut.
“And then your dress tonight,” her father continued, “which… draws attention to your breasts. And all these questions which are… very provocative…”
Her father thought she was a slut. And he was right. She was a cockteasing slut.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, daddy, I don’t mean to…”
“Yes, you do,” her father said. “It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend. And it’s okay. It’s a bit unusual, but… it feels nice, Luna.”
Her father wanted her to cocktease him. He wanted her to be a slut.
And she still had the second part of this question to read.
“Are there… other things I could do?” she asked. “To cocktease you more?”
Her father took a deep breath. Luna knew for sure that his cock was rock-hard in his pants.
“Well, I suppose you could… sit on my lap sometimes,” he said. “And kind of – you know – grind. And you could wear less clothes around the house. Or let me catch a glimpse of you getting out of the shower. And you could… casually touch my groin more often. And hug me and kiss me more.”
Luna blushed. She didn’t have to say anything in response to this. She didn’t have to do those things. Although she was sure Jayna would quiz her about the answer to this question when she got home.
She drank more of her iced tea.
“Luna,” said Bill, hesitantly. “You know this is supposed to be a practice date, to help you understand what it would be like to date a boy… or a man.”
“I know,” said Luna.
“Well,” said Bill, “the thing is… when you talk the way you’re talking tonight to a man on the first date, he’s going to… expect certain things.”
Luna went bright red. She could image what things her father meant. Was he saying that… he expected them? From her?
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t mean to be a slut.”
The words kind of slipped out – but then they were out, and she couldn’t take them back. She had told her father she was a slut.
“Well, baby,” said her father, “if you tease a man this way and then… you don’t follow through… you have to expect that he might just… take it.”
He meant rape her. Her father was telling her that she deserved to be raped because she was a cockteasing slut.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. She felt a tear in the corner of her eye. “I’m just… I’m just so confused.”
“I know, honey,” said her father. “These are very confusing thoughts and feelings for you to be having. And I know they must make you feel ashamed and… and dirty. And they’re wrong. You know they’re wrong. But… I don’t mind. It’s kind of a compliment.”
She didn’t understand. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, uh…” said her father. “The thing is… I’ve seen your book, honey. Your… fantasies book.”
Luna’s eyes went wide. She wanted to sink into the seat. She wanted to slip out of this reality altogether, so she would never have to look her father in the eyes again. He had seen the “sexy fantasies” book that Jayna had forced her to create? The one where she had written she wanted to fuck her father? And pasted pictures of his head onto nude male pornstars who were getting their cocks fucked by teen girls that looked so much like Luna? The one where she had written that she was a good little slut for her daddy? The one where she had “confessed” to raping Jayna and licking her cunt?
She wanted to protest that it was a fake – that she had been forced to make it, and that it didn’t represent the truth. But how would she say that without implicating Jayna? And if she put Jayna on the spot, who knew what Jayna might say? She might reveal that Luna had sucked milk from her own mother’s tits and licked her mother’s pussy. She might reveal that Luna shoplifted things by stuffing them up her cunt. She might reveal that Luna had let her own brother fingerfuck her to orgasm.
It wasn’t just what Jayna would say. Jayna would punish Luna. She would make Luna do things. Luna knew that Jayna would do this – even if Luna’s parents tried to stop her. Somehow, Jayna would make Luna do what she wanted, like she always did. If she was really mad at Luna, she would probably make Luna fuck her own brother, or suck the cock of a stranger, or masturbate in public at the mall. She would make Luna pay.
So Luna couldn’t say anything about the book being fake. She had to pretend it was real – no matter how humiliating that was.
“I’m sorry,” Luna said again. It was the only thing she could think of to say. “I’m sorry I’m a slut.”
“How long have you been fantasising about having sex with me, honey?” asked Bill.
There was no good answer to this question.
Luna shrugged. “A while,” she whispered. “Not long.”
“And honey,” said her father. “In the book it says that you… do things with Jayna. Without her consent.”
Luna said nothing, just looked down at her mosty-eaten steak. She took another sip of alcohol.
“Is that true?” asked her father. “Have you forced Jayna to… to lick you?”
She hadn’t forced Jayna to do anything. The way she remembered it, Jayna had forced her – only, Jayna had told her that she was the rapist so many times, she was confused now. Maybe she had been the one to initiate things. In the past, she wouldn’t have believed that was possible – but here she was, with no panties on, talking to her own father about her fantasies of fucking him. She was a perverted slut. So wasn’t it possible she had taken advantage of Jayna? Maybe Jayna was doing all this to her as revenge – a revenge that she deserved?
“Yes,” Luna whispered. “I’m sorry, daddy.”
“It’s okay, baby,” said her father. “The truth is, Jayna is kind of a tease, isn’t she?”
Her father understood. She was grateful for this, at least. She nodded.
“And sometimes when a girl is a tease, and you’re aroused, it’s hard not to… take advantage of that,” said her father. “That’s not wrong, is it?”
Her father was giving her a way out. She shook her head. “I couldn’t help it,” she said.
“That’s right,” said her father. “Did you enjoy it?”
The truth was that she had. For all of her humiliation and shame, kissing Jayna and having sex with her always made Luna wet.
She nodded.
“You know,” said her father. “Jayna teases me too. You’ve seen it – the way she kisses me… even sluttier than you.”
Luna had seen it. She nodded again.
“I have to confess,” said her father, “I’ve had fantasies of my own. About Jayna.”
Luna didn’t want to hear this. But she had no choice. She nodded again.
“Sometimes I’ve thought about… giving Jayna what she deserves,” her father said.
Was her father asking for her opinion on the idea of him raping Jayna? She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“You wouldn’t mind if I… taught her a lesson, would you, baby?” said her father. “It can be our little secret. I can keep your secret, and you can keep mine. And really, I think Jayna wants it.”
Luna knew that Jayna did. Luna suspected that Jayna would go wild with desire at the idea of being forcibly raped by Luna’s father.
“Do you think it’s a good idea, baby?” her father asked.
He wanted her to say it. He was going to keep talking about it until she did. And she had no leverage to refuse because she had just confessed to raping Jayna herself.
So she gave in.
“Yes,” she said. “I think you should fuck Jayna. It’s what she deserves.”
Her father beamed. “Thank you, baby,” he said. “It’s so nice being able to talk to you like this – like grown-ups. I guess you’re not my little girl anymore. You’re a woman.”
And the way he said “woman” made it sound like “slut”.
Her father finished the last of his steak.
“Eat up, baby,” he said. “Your food is getting cold.”
And the worst thing was that she still had one question left to ask him – the worst one of all.
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