Daddy in Control

Vanessa would awake in a drab and spartan room, with a simple cot, a drain in the floor (with a subtle slopeing towards it) and a single door with a window in it.

She herself would be wearing a thing nightshirt, and a leather collar with a black box attached to it. If she crossed the halfway point of the room, moving towards the door, she would be shocked quite a bit.

The collar worked on a remote, and had three settings, the default was as it stood now. Another had the limit at the door's threshold, and the third was off completely. It would be locked behind her neck, and impossible to remove without the key.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

Vanessa had gone to sleep on a wide, comfortable bed in a huge master bedroom…

She awoke in an ugly little room that looked like a cell.

Huh?, she glanced around as she sat up on the edge of the simple cot, Where is this place? What happened? Where am I?

Vanessa stood up then and discovered that all she wore was a thin nightshirt. It didn’t cover much, and it wasn’t very nice either. She wore nothing underneath, so somebody had stripped her while she’d slept. Had she been kidnapped by some maniac, or had she been arrested?

She took a few steps towards the door to find out whether it was looked or not…

PAIN !!!

“Yeeeooow!”, she screamed in hurt surprise, as she shook from the electrical shock.

Her hands had instinctively gone to her neck to find the source of pain, and she discovered that a leather collar was locked around her neck. There appeared to be a remote controlled box and zapper attached to it. There didn’t seem to be any easy way to remove it.

“Anyone there?”, she called out, “What’s going on? Why am I here?....Hello? Anyone out there?”

She tried for the door again and the same thing happened. OOOOW! That HURT!

So, not allowed to go near the doorway then?, she glanced around the room as she thought, It’s probably not locked then. But if I charge for the door can I handle the pain? How long does it continue? It probably runs on batteries so the charge might be exhaustible, if I can keep taking the pain

Vanessa then began searching the cot, and the floor and ceiling. She wasn’t the kind to give up easily.
 
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Isaac Damianos

The door to her cell opened and Isaac walked in, smiling brightly at his captive. "Good morning, Dr. I hope you slept well. I'm sorry for these conditions but they are necessary to get you to give me what I want."

He left the door open as he approached the point in the room she couldn't cross, careful to stay outside her reach.

"I want you to restart work on your most recent research project, the nanites. Or, if you have any that survived the attack on your labs, I want to know where they are. Simple enough right?"
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

She stood up when the man came in, and she felt embarrassingly exposed in the thin nightshirt. It was too short as well.

“If you know who I am”, Vanessa replied with raised eyebrows, and mockery in her eyes, “Then you also know that with the best facilities available, the Ambrosia BioGene corporation was still years away from duplicating their previous success. They might not ever achieve it. The sabotage cost them too much in lost time, and all their samples were destroyed. Besides, how could you force me to do the research for you unwillingly? Which is what I assume you plan if kidnapping me as you have done is any guide to your attitude….I could simply play along and deny any kind of success.”

She tried to stand proud, blushing but trying to ignore her lack of proper clothing, and lack of underwear. She was Doctor Vanessa Cameron, and this man was probably just another testosterone intoxicated fool. She'd think of a way out of this somehow, she was sure of it.
 
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Isaac Damianos

"Yes, I am aware yo uwould not help me voluntarily. Especially since I suspect you had something to do with the original problems with the computer intrusion. But you will be properly motivated, and punished for non-compliance."

Through the open doorway, he heard his daughter arrive at home. "Ahh, that would be my daughter, excuse me for a moment." He walked to the door and shouted up to her. "I'm down here sweety!"
 
Megan

Megan was surprised to see that Daddy had a visitor in his basement "workroom". It hadn't taken him long to "ensnare" the new neighbor. Megan noticed that the older women was definitely attractive, especially wearing one of Megan's old nightshirts.

"Hi, Daddy!" Megan said, as she kissed her Daddy on the cheek.

"Hi, neighbor!" She said to the other woman. Megan didn't want the woman to think she was rude.

"Should I leave the two of you alone to play, or is there room for me as well?" Megan asked.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

Vanessa looked from one to the other of these two people, a father and his daughter, and was quite amazed. The daughter acted as if finding a kidnap victim in the basement of their house (Vanessa assumed it must be a basement) was a fairly common event. It was like this sort of thing was her father’s hobby or something…

The girl was slutty dressed as well, like a hooker. Her torn stockings stained with something (?). Vanessa couldn’t help showing her distaste at this girl’s appearance, although she tried to hide it for politeness, but seeing how the daughter was dressed and how the father behaved (although he was dressed rather stylishly for a man…he was even good looking)…

Were these people gangsters?, she wondered.

“Hi…”, was all Vanessa said to the girl when greeted.

If it wasn’t for those clothes, she’d be a beautiful girl, Vanessa thought.

She looked the father again, and replied, “Hmm…so you think torture is a good idea then? Do you still live in the dark ages? I could just lie, tell you what you expect to hear to satisfy you, and it would take a long time for you to know the difference.”

She acted brave, but inside Vanessa began to feel very scared.
 
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Isaac Damianos

He smiled at his daughter. "You can stay if you want, Sweety. I'm just talking with Vanessa here for now."

Turning back to Vanessa his smile became much more cold. "You don't seem to understand, any prototype you create, will be tested on you. I will not be satisfied until I see results. And I think that you will find me very persuasive." He chuckled. "After all, my daughter here, until a couple weeks ago, was as innocent and pure as any girl could be. And now, ask her whether she'd rather fuck, or set that aside and work on her career, as you did."
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

“What if I simply refuse to cooperate?”, Vanessa asked, “You can’t keep me locked up here forever. People will eventually start looking for me.”

Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of anyone who would even notice until at least the weekend. She didn’t know any of her neighbours and had only moved in that day (or was it yesterday? How long had she been unconscious). Her relatives weren’t close either, and her Mum lived too far away and was aware that sometimes Vanessa’s work kept her too busy for regular contact.
 
Megan

"I'll stay. Daddy, you know I'd rather fuck than anything else. Well, except maybe getting my pussy licked, or sucking cock. But I definitely would rather have sex than anything else."

Megan looked at Daddy's new captive, their new neighbor.

"I think she would, too, if she ever let herself go."

Megan turned to her neighbor and spoke, "You really ought to try it. Daddy can be very persuasive. And very good. He's got a great cock."

Megan smirked as she saw the shocked expression on the captive woman's face. It was going to be fun when Daddy began persuading this woman. She was so coldly professional, but Megan could sense a deep smoldering sensuality in the woman.

Just imagining what the three of them would eventually do together had Megan hot for sex. But then, Megan was always hot for sex.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

Vanessa was openly shocked by how the girl casually referred to her father's genitals, as if the daughter was in a sexual relationship with her own father!

She seriously began to worry about what perverted sexual things this man was planning to do to her! He must be insane, or have an extremely high libido. Yet, he didn't particularly look bestial, but his words...and those of his daughter...

"Look, I'm really not interested in such things", Vanessa said, but felt it was a rather lame excuse, so she added, "You'll find that I am not so weak minded or easily manipulated as you seem to expect. I will simply say no, and be stubborn about it. Besides, I really don't see how this interest in sex is going to get you anywhere. Are you trying to shock me? I'm not so young and naive anymore."

"And, I'm quite certain that you won't be able to force me to be interested in sex either."

Somewhere deep down inside, a little part of her was thrilled at the idea of being forced to enjoy sex. Of course, Dr Vanessa Cameron was never going to admit to that; not even to herself. Nevertheless, that little thrill made her wet and although her face was calm, her body wasn't fully obedient.
 
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Isaac Damianos

OOC: Really sorry for the delay, I've been offline for a week or so due to bad cable lines. I should be back now though.

IC: He grinned. "Refuse all you want. I don't NEED the nanites, I just want them. As you can see I already have a sexy little thing that is more than happy to spread her legs for me. I'd just like to give my daughter a playmate. Which is killing two birds with one stone. I can get something I want, and she can get her playmate. Awfully efficient, isn't it."

He looked to his daughter. "Soon enough, she'll love to lick that wet little pussy of yours Megan."

Turning his attention back to Vanessa. "As I mentioned before, I believe you to have been involved with the events leading up to the project's destruction. And you may also have stolen away some samples. Simply tell me where they are, and all of this will be over. I promise."
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

Vanessa considered what he'd just said, and glanced around the small room. He could probably keep her captive for weeks before anyone even came looking for her. He could starve her, torture her, and he already had the damn collar on her neck. It probably had a remote control, so there was no way to avoid being painfully zapped by it whenever this man wanted to do so.

On the other hand, if she gave him the samples of the CX-lymphocytes, since there were so few, he might not waste the limited supply by injecting her. He'd probably prefer to use them on his daughter, possibly himself, and some other captives...

Vanessa was very confident that given time, she'd be able to escape him. She could play along, let him begin to trust her, and then seize the opportunity to get away.

If on the other hand, this man did inject her with the CX-lymphocytes...

Hmmm...

Vanessa recalled that the female test subjects always shrank a little as they became younger. They lost weight, and in almost every way became physiologically teenage versions of themselves; smaller, slightly shorter, with a higher sex-drive. They also became somewhat gullible, easily suggestible during the transformation, but Vanessa had never been that dumb as a teenager, she was sure. He couldn't keep her in this cell though, he'd have to make sure she was well fed and taken care of during the transformation. That might give her a very good chance to escape.

Maybe being made into a teenage girl again wasn't that bad either. She could arrange things to begin creating a new identity perhaps, go through university a second time, go back into research as somebody else.

"Okay...", Vanessa answered him, "I have samples, only six, enough to inject into six people. They are hidden inside a freezer in the basement of the house, there's a panel behind the icecream, which you would have to unscrew. They only need to be warmed up and injected as soon as they reach body temperature. One injection will be enough, extra ones do nothing more unless they're used after the first transformation has completed. I didn't report it in the original files given to the Ambrosia BioGene corporation, but a second injection was done once by accident...the female subject's physiological age was reduced by a further two years, but I think that is the limit. The first injection alone is sufficient, and aging seems to have been stopped, healing rates and general health were greatly improved. I don't know how long the signs of aging are stalled...perhaps fifty years was the common assumption...but we didn't put that in the reports to the board either, as there was no proof yet. We'd have to wait fifty years or so to be certain."

"I'm only telling you these things because eventually you would search my house anyway and find the samples", Vanessa continued, "You won't find it so easy to get the research data...I have copies on my PC and laptop, but the files are encrypted. They include the data that was not reported to Ambrosia BioGene."
 
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Isaac Damianos

He was a bit suprised at how quickly she gave in. He was looking forward to a bit of mind bending... oh well. The mention of her computer brought a smile to his lips though.

"Do you know how I made the money to afford to buy this house, everything in it and still live VERY comfortably? Computer programming. I doubt your safeguards could keep me out." But he doesn't mention that he isn't all that great of a hacker. He had never needed to, he was always in demand as a freelance programmer and consultant. He knew security, but wasn't as accomplished at breaking it.

"And besides, I think I'll try to get the passwords out of you anyway, just for the fun of it. After all, you gave in this first bit way too easily. Took all our fun away." He said as his hand reached out to grab his daughter's ass. "Isn't that right Megan."
 
Megan

"Yes, it isn't much fun if she gives in even before you put her in the chair. I think she'd like the chair, given time."

Megan licked her lips as she stared at the older woman, undressing her new neighbor with her lustful eyes.

"Maybe you should give her a session in the chair, just to show her what it's like. I bet she'll give you the passwords without any hassles then."

Megan squirmed as her Daddy squeezed her shapely ass cheeks. She was ready for some sex. But, lately she was always ready for sex. Anytime, anywhere. With anyone. But she always preferred Daddy.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

"What chair? Are you going to torture me anyway?", Vanessa exclaimed.

She was scared, but tried not to show it, but even so, she imagined visions of some fiendish chair from out of the Middle Ages. Vanessa took a couple of steps backward; she didn't want to be tortured...
 
Isaac Damianos

He was suprised when Megan mentioned the chair, and knew that he was the one behind it. "Oh you know about all that now huh? Oh well, I probably would have told you sooner or later." He smiled as he affectionately squeezed her ass cheek.

Focussing his attention back on Vanessa, he simply smiled. "Well, yes, I am. Though if you behave, it will be a decidedly pleasant torture, I assure you. Megan enjoyed it. You didn't know her before, but I can assure you she wasn't a slut. Now is another story, isn't it sweety."

He was enjoying his time trying to shock the good Dr, but now was the time to go get his samples. "Make sure she doesn't get far if she tries to escape Megan. The collar should keep her there, but if you have to, fuck her."
 
Megan

"Yes, I know about the chair. I'm not a complete airhead. I got curious about your "work room" one day and explored. When I discovered the chair it sparked a memory. Such a delicious memory that I sat in the the chair and masturbated."

As Megan explained her knowledge of the chair she could feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter.

Turning to Daddy's new captive Megan explained, "I used to be a real prude. But it is so much more fun being a real slut. You'll find out about that soon enough. Daddy always gets what he wants."

Megan enjoyed seeing the look of fear on the older woman's face. But it seemed there was a fire in the captive's eyes that just might be more than fear.

Megan replied to her father as he was leaving, "I'll watch her good, Daddy. And if I have to, I'll fuck her good. That could be fun."

Just for effect Megan winked at the captive and licked her lips.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

"Make sure she doesn't get far if she tries to escape Megan. The collar should keep her there, but if you have to, fuck her."

She was shocked by the attitude of these people, and the words of the father to his daughter.

"… if you have to, fuck her."

...and their words kept reverberating around her mind, as Vanessa couldn’t quite understand their meaning.

How does a woman fuck another woman? Vanessa couldn’t understand, and she realized that although she was very well educated, an expert in her field, recognized as a scientific genius…in these sexual matters and their slang, Dr Vanessa Cameron was almost completely ignorant.

She tried to pretend disinterest. She was above all that animalistic and primitive way of thinking, Vanessa assured herself, but their words were stimulating a part of her that Vanessa was trying very hard to ignore.

“…a decidedly pleasant torture…”

“…Such a delicious memory that I sat in the chair and masturbated …”

The words had their effect nevertheless, as Vanessa could feel herself getting decidedly wet and aroused.

I can control myself, Vanessa thought in determination, I am not as barbaric as these people…and I will not allow their psychological trickery and attempts to shock affect me.

Vanessa wished the hem of the nightgown was a bit longer though, as she was feeling very vulnerable right then. Especially when she saw the predatory sexual look of the daughter.
 
Megan

Megan watched her neighbor and saw the signs of distress. she wondered if it was the distress of her capture, the distress of promised torture, or perhaps, the distress of simply being horny.

"You know, we could have lots of fun together if you cooperate. And believe me, you will cooperate."

Megan winked again at the captive. And, again, she licked her lips.

"Daddy and I aren't bad people. Daddy taught me that sex is natural. And fun. There is nothing in the world as much fun as fucking."

Megan could tell her words were having an effect on the loder lady. She could see hardened nipples poking out the thin fabric of the old nightshirt.

"Daddy always gets his way. You'll learn that, too. You'll learn lots of new things when Daddy puts you in the chair."

Megan could hardly wait to watch this woman in the chair.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

The constant talk about the chair was having it’s effect on her, but Vanessa tried hard not to let this girl know how much.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t really interest me that much”, Vanessa said, “I’ve never been that much interested in such things. I outgrew all of this talk of sex a long time ago, and there are other things in life to think about.”

The daughter’s look was worrying her though.

Vanessa went over to the bed and sat down on it’s edge, trying to put some space between her and this girl with her slutty talk.
 
Megan

Megan watched the other woman carefully. She knew she could not drop her guard. This was a very smart woman, and not to be trusted.

As the other woman sat on the bed, Megan continued, "I'm sure you'll find the chair very interesting. Especially the special attachments."

Megan paused to allow the woman to consider such a thought.

"You know, I don't think you've outgrown sex at all. Your nipples are as hard as rocks. And that's just from talking about sex. Ibet if you really got some you'd go wild."

Megan looked into the older woman's eyes, holding her in a stare down. It was no contest. Dr. Cameron looked away, unwilling to maintain eye contact. Megan smiled, knowing she had gotten into the woman's head. It was fun playing mind games with an older, colder woman.
 
Isaac Damianos

While his daughter scared and aroused their captive at home, Isaac was in her house, looking for the samples she had admitted to having. His first use of the nanites would be on Vanessa, he was still considering injecting his daughter with them...

She was quite mistaken when she thought he wouldn't waste an injection on her, though she wasn't far off when she thought of creating a new life for herself. Though the life she would lead soon enough would not be the one she envisioned.

The fact she gave in too easily made him want to do something interesting with her, rather than simply turn her into a slut. The mirrors all over the house gave him the perfect idea.

After finding the frozen samples, he went to her computer and tried to gain access to her files. Sure enough, they were protected. He had no doubt in time he could crack the encryption, but he wanted her to give him the passwords.
 
Dr Vanessa Cameron

"I'm sure you'll find the chair very interesting. Especially the special attachments……You know, I don't think you've outgrown sex at all. Your nipples are as hard as rocks. And that's just from talking about sex. I bet if you really got some you'd go wild."

Vanessa blushed and pulled down at the nightgown, as if the thin fabric could protect her from the girl’s eyes and words. The girl, only eighteen years old stared at her directly eye to eye, very confident and seeming to see right through Vanessa’s excuses. She looked down as if that would hide how she was feeling.

“No, it’s just a little chilly in here, that’s all”, Vanessa replied, “and somebody, your father I presume, took off my panties and bra while I was sleeping as well. I hope he doesn’t expect me to go without any underwear on.”
 
Megan

"Of course Daddy expects you to go without underwear! How else would he be able to see your pussy anytime he wants? Of feel you up? Or fuck you? Anytime he wants!"

Megan knew her words were tormenting the older woman. But Megan also knew those words were turning the woman on. Her hardened nipples were not the result of air conditioning. The Doctor's flush and breathing confirmed that she was horny. So horny Megan could smell her juices.

Megan hoped that Daddy would permit his daughter to have some sexual fun with the older woman. Megan wanted to eat some pussy. Just thinking about it had Megan's juices flowing.

"You know, if you cooperate, we can have lots of fun together. I bet I can show you a few things when it cums to sex!"

Megan intentionally stressed her double entendre. She wanted to be certain her neighbor understood the raw sexuality of the statement.
 
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