Sarah's reaction

Despite my words to Ashley, I wasn't yet sure exactly how to deal with the situation. Thanks to my earlier tour of her memories, I was less angry with Sarah than I might have been otherwise, but still very upset. I drove home rather than teleporting (I did teleport my car to Ashley's house), to give myself time to think. Even with the pressure I now knew she was under, I was shocked that Sarah would commit ****. On the one hand, I felt like I had failed as a father, not noticing how my sudden turn to affluence (which I had not taken any pains to hide) had effected my own daughter. I felt that if I had just paid more attention to her and not fucking around, I might have noticed something sooner. On the other hand, she was 18, about to go to college, and she had gotten herself involved with this whole thing on her own. The usual punishments I could give her as a father, from a good talking-to through various degrees of grounding, occurred to me, but she was too old for the latter and it would take something major to get through with the former.

This being a problem I couldn't discuss with Charlie, pulled into not my own driveway, but Beth's. She had been in her dungeon having her pussy eaten by Carl (Carol on a male day; she had added sex to the randomizer), while she lightly whipped him. She saw me come in and, reading from my expression it was serious, she shooed Carl away. I walked through the situation with her. On the one hand she was sympathetic to my feelings of failure. On the other, she took this as a chance to remind me that I could have solved all of this if I hadn't been so conservative about using my abilities on my family. She was however sensitive to my desire to not just 'wish it better', as that would just leave Sarah open to making the same decisions again later. 'Those who do not learn from the past' and all that.

She suggested some ideas, which were actually somewhat reasonable (she did take parenting seriously), but the best one I came up with on my own, inspired when she shooed away Carl, whose personality for today was rather randy and unhappy about being interrupted. The best punishment I could impose would be denial, specifically sexual denial. Sarah loved sex, and maybe I could use that to punish her while I got her clear of Joanna and her friends. On that topic, I had no compunctions regarding that cesspool of greed and entitlement: I told Power to make sure they 'got what they deserved'.

"So, Sarah, what have you been up to lately?" I asked casually as I entered the living room later that night. She was watching some random crap on TV as if nothing unusual had happened that day. "Nothing much," she replied, not looking up. If I hadn't turned my senses up to 11, I probably would have taken her posture as relaxed and uncaring, but I could see she was tense and trying to zone out (I doubt she cared what was on the TV either). Thomas was over at Beth house, the trio having fun in Melissa's room (actually not sex at this particular moment, though doubtless some would follow later). I arranged for Charlie to be out shopping.

"Nothing new? Anything going on with friends?" I pushed, seeing if she would say anything. "No, really nothing," she replied, applying some of that annoyed tone she had been using. 'Act annoying and people leave you alone' was another lesson from Joanna; ironically Sarah never seemed to notice it being used on her. I realized that our 'hands off' approach had encouraged that, sending the message that if she sounded pissy we would go away and not pay attention to her. "Spoken to Ashley lately?" I tried one last time. She subtly tensed but ignored me, hoping staring at the TV would make me go away as it had been doing. I clearly wasn't going to get anything out of her being subtle, so I changed tactics. "Maybe threatening to ruin the life of her boyfriend by blackmailing him over your having freely chosen to have sex with him?" I asked, choosing the phrasing carefully but unambiguously.

Her head whipped around, starting at me open mouthed with a delightfully shocked expression. "She told you?" she said, then slammed her mouth closed as she realized she had just ruined any chance of a denial. I stared her down with my best angry/disappointed father expression. Her face went through a bunch of expressions, before it hardened, in an expression I knew from memory was taken straight off Joanna's face. After watching her memories I was starting to recognize a lot of things she did were copied from Joanna. "Was it Ashley or Tom? What did they tell you? Did they tell you that they arranged to take your daughter to California and fuck her silly all one weekend? With a prostitute to boot?" She was speaking fast now, assuming that even if I was ok with fucking her myself, I would somehow be offended at this activity from others, and trying to throw in shock value (based on the way things would work normally, not a bad assumption). "Did he tell you about having me and Ashley in the sack and doing us both at the same time?" she continued, trying to pile on the 'scandalous' material. I let her play herself out.

"They never went into detail," I replied when it was clear she was waiting for my scandalized reaction, waiting for me to rant about them 'taking advantage of my little girl' or something. I sat down on the sofa. "Perhaps you ought to show me the kinds of things they did with you," I added, perfectly calmly. Sarah's face fell, her look of confidence gone. Her strategy, the strategy Joanna had assured her would work, had fallen apart. Of course she should have realized that this kind of thing wouldn't work on me, but by now she had been quite conditioned to 'Joanna is always right'. I was supposed to be ranting and raving against my daughter's 'abusers' by now, as Joanna's father had been when she had used this strategy, any thought of punishing her lost in 'righteous' anger.

She realized she was nude next to me on the couch suddenly. I was not being subtle with it; she was aware she had been fully clothed one second, then suddenly fully naked the next, and she was getting on the floor in front of me as her hands were unzipping my pants, none of it of her own will. "What the hell?" was all she got out, before her mouth was around my cock. Her lips closed over the head of my prick, then slid steadily down the length until I was all the way in. She tried to say something; loud but incoherent sounds came from around my dick as her tongue swirled around and gripped my length, making any intelligible speech impossible.

"Is this what you did for Tom O'Malley?" I asked, as Sarah's head went up and down on my cock. She nodded involuntarily in response to my question, then returned to sucking me. "Wow, you must have really enjoyed your time with him. I'm a little jealous," I commented, reaching down to push her onto my dick harder. She nodded again, unable to come off to try and use that last comment to her advantage. She actually seemed to be getting turned on a little and I remembered that using Sarah sexually against her will was not necessarily going to be a punishment for her. It was one of those things you always looked at porn and thought 'gee, is fucking really any kind of punishment'? But I had a plan for this, it wasn't just me getting my rocks off. Sarah drove her lips up and down the length of my shaft, speeding up, feeling me nearing my climax, assuming once I came she could get away. I pushed her head down and drove my cock deep into her mouth, my cum shooting out into her throat.

I released her and leaned back onto the sofa, and Sarah fell backwards onto the floor in front of me, coughing lightly but swallowing all of it, almost gagging as this time it did not taste good (I didn't actively make it taste bad, just normal, but compared to what she was used to it was bitter and nasty). She fell back with her legs apart and much as she tried to stand up and leave, her fingers buried themselves deep in her pussy, putting on a nice show for me. I watched her frigging herself, rubbing her cunt in a circular motion, a look of confusion on her face. Her hips drove up at her finger, her large breasts jiggling with her motion. She sped up more, her face flushed red with the exertion, having trouble breathing with the effort of trying to bring herself off. But she felt nothing. No pleasure, no climax, no release, just rubbing like an arm or other body part. She acted like she was having the time of her life, putting on a good show for me, looking like she was about to cum massively. She couldn't stop, and though she could try whatever she wanted inside the constraint of continuing to jill off before me, she felt like she was exercising no matter what she tried, rubbing but getting nothing sexually from anything.

Finally I let her give up. She collapsed backwards on the floor, panting, unable to speak with all the effort she had been putting in. Her hands kept weakly moving to to her pussy and tits, trying to get something out of them. I slid down to the floor beside her, her eyes tracking me fearfully as I neared her. "Oh daddy. I want to be fucked," she said, trying to turn me on, knowing I liked it when she talked dirty. Surely my dick pounding in and out of her would get a reaction. "I'm my daddy's slut. I love having my daddy shove his cock into my hot little cunt," she added, awkwardly spreading her oddly numb pussy lips apart, trying to entice me. I let her think she had, getting between her thighs and pushing myself into her. She breathed in, expecting something, but then I hit bottom in her and she let it go. "Why? Why? WHY?!?! I wanna fuck! I wanna fuck! why?" she kept crying as I pushed in and out of her wet pussy, but she just felt some light pressure, as if her pussy was under local anesthesia. "I am fucking you," I replied, pushing into her hard for emphasis. "Feels good to me. Do you not like it?"

"I don't feel anything, are you even in there?" she asked, looking down and seeing her wide spread cunt. It finally dawned on her. "This is your thing, isn't it. What did you do, why can't I feel anything? What did you do!?!?" she was yelling now, hysterical. If she could have her arms would have been pounding my chest. I was sliding steadily in and out again and again, harder each time. She pushed back against me frantically, trying to evoke some reaction, getting only the same numb pressure. She could feel me inside like she could feel if she held something in her hand, but that was not what she was supposed to feel from this body part. I grabbed her hips and came in her; she felt a bit of fluid and heat but nothing special; it felt to her like she had wet herself, with not even the relief one would expect if that were to happen. I pulled out and she lay there, crying. I felt bad about this, but I knew I had to make my point.

"So you've been threatening to use sex to get what you want," I said, adoption a fatherly tone. "You got to have fun with people, and then you turned around and used that to try to hurt them, to make them do things for you against their will. You threatened to ruin their lives with sex." I continued. Sarah just lay there. "If you are going to us it to make other people's lives miserable, you don't get to enjoy it too," I said, standing up. "Choose one option." She looked at me with horror now.

"No daddy please, I'll be good please you can't" she rambled desperately, getting on her knees. "What made you think doing this kind of thing was ok? Didn't your mother and I raise you better than this?" I continued, now finally getting a righteous head of steam. "You hurt your friend. She invited you to share her boyfriend and you turned around and tried to destroy them. Well if you think that's the way you want to live, you can do that, but you won't be feeling nice about it. Not ever again."

"Please daddy, it wasn't my idea!!" she cried. "Joanna and Cory and Veronica... they told me about how they did this and it made their lives better. They had money and clothes and cars and could do whatever they wanted and I just wanted that too. They never looked at me, but then this year they did and I thought if I got in with them I could have such a good life at college and anything I wanted and I just had to help with some things..." she rambled on like that for a bit, until I cut her off. "So your new friends said they would hang out with you if you just did what they said? And you didn't even think about how that would effect your other friends?" I asked, disappointed. "Ashley and you have been friends for years. Why did you throw that away?" I asked, genuinely perplexed.

"First we were just hanging out in the mall, shopping, and then they invited me to parities..." I raised an eye at that. "But...?" I put in. "I sense an 'if' coming." I said. "I mean, I payed for the cover and the drinks, but so what, I wouldn't have gotten in without them." she said. I sighed. "And then what?" I asked. "Well after school ended we all needed cars and you had so much money, so Veronica said I should try to get you to get me a nice one so we could go around town, but you wouldn't so then Joanna suggested I try to get you to fuck me, then you would have to get me a car. And at first I said no but then they started going places without me and I just wanted to go..." I sighed again. "and then you did it and it didn't work. You got more worried they wouldn't hang out with you, so you stepped things up and then I finally fucked you and still it didn't work," I continued for her. "And then their demands got more ****. If you couldn't get a car out of me, maybe you could find something else. And this is when you had that fight with Ashley where you said 'she would help you get the car'," right?" I kept going. "What was your plan, to somehow get her to fuck me for your car?" I added, scoffing. She nodded. "I saw them at the game. They just kept on you and finally you felt you had to try to get something from Tom. Did they threaten to stop hanging out with you at all? And then when he didn't cave in Joanna told you just what to do to get your way and you did it, even seeing your friend crying her eyes out in her house," I finished.

"Oh pumpkin, don't you see what happened here? They used you. I'm so sorry it didn't occur to me that my success would make you a target. They didn't care about you, they just wanted you to access my money, then Tom's money," I said. Sarah was shaking her head. "They just wanted us all to have a good time. We need money for that. We need a car for that," she asserted. "Did Ashley ever ask you for those things? You hung out with her for years. What about Jason? Did he refuse to hang out with you if you didn't get a car? Did he make you threaten to ruin someone's life to get money if you wanted to be with him?" Sarah kept shaking her head, but she was tearing up.

I knew I couldn't keep going with this. I had made my point and she needed to think. "This is how it's going to be: no pleasure from sex from now on. You took a good thing and abused it. You used it to hurt good people. I want you to think about everything and we'll talk later," I declared, leaving her kneeling on the floor crying, reclothed. I really didn't feel good about any of this; I could only hope something good would come out of this mess.

Later the night, at dinner, Sarah was quiet, almost afraid to talk. Charlie asked what was wrong but Sarah just ate in silence. I made the unusual move of having the TV news on in the background. Breaking news came on: The FBI had broken up an influence ring it the city, arresting among others the comptroller, several business leaders (including old Barton Wilson) and a bunch of teenagers. Joanna's scheming had come back to bite her, as she was going to jail along with most of her friends for extortion and solicitation, among other charges (let's just say a certain list no one wants to be a lifelong member of was going to be getting new names added to it). They had had multiple **** schemes going on and even had the comptroller diverting city finds to keep them quite about his 'activities'. Sarah ran from the table with her food half eaten in shock, her mother calling after her to ask what was wrong. The FBI actually came by the next day to have a long talk with her; she spent several hours answering them with a shellshocked look on her face, not having realized exactly what was going on, what she had nearly been part of. Fortunately they had apparently been listening in on things long enough to know she was only barley involved (they might have charged her as an accessory but I had them let her off with a stern warning). I had no idea how deep this went, which only made me more upset and somewhat sorry for what I was doing, but I stuck with it. This was one lesson my daughter absolutely had to learn once. This couldn't happen again.